Patreon Topic 62: On Writing Prayers for the Pack Spirits

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From Maleck comes this topic:

“What has it been like, writing these prayers for the Pack Spirits?”

It has been interesting, that is for sure. It is like….touching something, Beings, who are so close and yet are far away. It is being invited into Them and They into me. When I do sacred poetry I do cleansing, grounding, centering, and shielding. Sometimes I am guided to certain songs by Whoever I am writing for, and sometimes I write in silence. Sometimes I get imagery and visual experiences that makes it into the poetry, sometimes I get feelings, sometimes I get full-body experiences, sometimes I get words, smells, sensations, and other times just a fierce, bone-deep knowing that this, this is what I have to write.

The Pack Spirits are quite close in terms of proximity but far away because I am not initiated, nor do I think that is in my wheelhouse for this lifetime. Yet there is…something there. There is connection and power, a fierce connection that I make every time I interact with one of the great Pack Spirits. There is a depth of feeling that goes into my soul and yet there is something held back. I am touching the periphery and yet I am delving deep, and that thing holding me back from fully grasping Them that also makes doing this poetry so fascinating and powerful for me is that lack of initiation.

My most recent experience with Hunter, Will Made Manifest was a full-spirit experience. He took me with Him on a Hunt, on a Hunt where we were separate and one. I was the Pack and the Wolves, I was the Hunter, and I was the Prey. Now, the line “I am the Prey’s End and Beginning” originally read “I am the Prey” but it was not right and I had to look back to my experience of Hunter to realize why. Prey is something Else and Other, part of the sacred cycle but not Hunter Itself. Mainfestly needed but also necessarily not Hunter. I felt the loping as the Hunt began, felt my lungs expand, the snarl of excitement, felt felt felt. I was. In a very real sense my sacred poem, prayers, and songs invite me into union with Gods, Ancestors, and/or vaettir I may not otherwise have the call to, and with these Spirits Who are present but to whom I am not initiated They have a powerful pull.

It has been…experiences…writing for the Pack Spirits. It has been interesting, insightful, powerful, beautiful, and familiar while also being distant. The contrast between familiarity and distance has been fascinating. In a very real sense the Mysteries of these Spirits keeps Themselves because without that inititation there are things that I cannot reach, and yet because I do not have that initiation there are thins I can reach to, express, understand, and share that initiates just…cannot. It is fascinating. It is a privelege. It is good.

A Lammas Thanksgiving Prayer

Hail to Freyr, Gerðr, and Freyja!

Hail to Gulinbursti and Hildisvíni!

Hail to the Álfar!

Hail Ancestors all!

Hail to the landvættir!

Hail to the sow that shared her life with the community!

Hail to the plants, rice, squash, green beans, and beets that shared their lives with us!

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 61: For the Honeybees

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This request was made by Emi for the Honeybees.

Flowers reach out to you in a riot of color

Asking you to dance and roll

Asking you to rest in petals

Returning laden, home

The buzz and dance

Droning rhythm

of Home

Home

Where honey ages

The caps full and fermenting

The children grow and shift and spring forth

Their movements and wings filling the air with song

Growing in the mothers’ patient care, the generations rise

Some to guard, some to forage, some to breed, and some to rule

How good it would be if we humbled ourselves

Knowing, by your work we live and eat

That your labor brings sweetness

To all you bless with bearing

Flower and orchard blooms

Life breathes deep

Our Home

Home

A million living miracles

Brought forth by your multitudes

Life in all its striking colors and shapes

Honey and mead, apples and cider, grape and wine

Blessed by your ever-blessed dance, your ever-blessed work

May you ever be thanked, ever-hailed, ever-honored, ever-loved

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 60: For Sky, Great Watcher Above

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This request was made by Maleck for Sky, Great Watcher Above.

The eyes of a billion Ancestors shines through Your face

Your hackles rain down life upon the Worlds in Your passing

Your Eyes shine upon the Worlds in dark and light

Your fur clothes the darkness

Your breath is our breath

Your Howl sets the Worlds to Howling

The skies shake with Your rage

Lightning boils in Your body

You purify with air, light, and sound

You bring life and safeguard it

Singer of snow and sleet

Drench-dancer and Dry-Stepper!

Breeze-blesser and Storm-Striker!

O World-Guarding Wolf!

O Endless Pack Above!

O Boundless Bounder!

O Lifebringer!

Hail Sky, Great Watcher Above!

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 59: For The Queer Ancestors

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This request was made by Emi for The Queer Ancestors.

You were known by countless names

Spoken with awe and reverence

Respect and beloved in your places

You were and are divine

You ranged the world in multitudes

Blessing the peoples

Guiding the peoples

You were and are divine

You were feared and famed

Kings and concubines

Magicians and mystery-keepers

You were and are divine

Loving, leading, following, and fighting

Healing and helping

Sending and striking

You were and are divine

The peoples lost their ways

Denigrated and despised

Abused and abandoned

You were and are divine

In desperate times You triumphed

In death and destitution You remained

Steadfast and strong You worked

You were and are divine

We have found one another

Holding each other close and weeping

Loving boundless and raging

You were and are divine

You are known by many names

We know You, Queer Ancestors

We call You, Queer Ancestors

You were and are divine

All you have been and all that will be

Bless us and be with us, Queer Ancestors

Show us Your Working and Ways again!

You were and are divine

Ever offered and honored

We keep You, Queer Ancestors

We love You, Queer Ancestors

You were and are divine

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 58: For Howl, the Breath, Spark of Life

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This request was made by Maleck for Howl, the Breath, Spark of Life.

Draw Me in

Your lungs, your diaphram expand

Let Me out, slowly

Bring Me in

Deep as you can

Then out, just as swift

Gather Me in

Hold me there

Release, and I course through you

Feel the pounding of your veins

Hear the rush of inner wind

Taste the copper of blood

Smell the ozone around you

See the breathing Worlds

I breathe and burn in you

Sing with me

There are no wrong notes

I swell and move through you

Howl with me

Let your kýn hear

I am the first and last breath

Breathe with me

I will journey with you into Silence

I Ask You

Is this how you feel

Having watch the world turned,

The Worlds burned

In vision tortured

Without distortion?

Is this how you feel,

this deep-seated pain

like a knife when you see

the cycles ’round again?

Is this how you feel

As grief heaps up

And all that lies before

and behind, your son?

Is this how you feel

That your stand still must be made,

Before the mouth?

Is this how you feel

Melancholic resolve forged in pain of love?

Is this how you feel?

On a Threshold

I am waiting on a threshold

The door is cool and warm

Excitement rings through me

What is on the other side?

A new experience, a new path

Out of reach and aching close

Something sings to my heart there

Beautiful tones and throbbing bass

Shaking through my bones

I am scared, thrilled, intimidated

To hear a call, a beckoning

To walk through the portal

Not yet, not yet the singers call

The iron wood unyielding

Implacable and promising

Soon, soon the singers utter

The threshold’s sentinel waits

To open its arms in invitation

I stand waiting

Eager and attentive

Ready to cross the way

I Thank You, Ancestors

I thank You, Ancestors

For all my Siblings

For all my Brothers

For all my Sisters

For all my Kyn

Ancestors by Blood and Bone

Ancestors by Adoption

Ancestors by Lineage

Ancestors by Spirit

Disir

Fedrar

Ergi

þverr

Thank You for Life

Thank You for Your Blessings

Thank You for Your Protection

Thank You for Your Power

Thank You for Your Healing

Thank You for Your Wisdom

Thank You for Your Guidance

Thank You for Your Connections

Thank You for Your Love

Hail to You All

Ves þu heil!

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 57: For the Sewing/Growing/Planting Season

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This request was made by Emi for the Sewing/Growing/Planting Season.

The Sun and Moon have danced with Their Wolves

Winter is behind and Spring is here

Let the Earth wake and warm

Bearing seeds to sprout

The hands have worked and the mounds are made

The land and seeds are ready

Rain falls from swollen skies

Roots hold soil steady

Root and stem and leaf wax well

Watchful eyes and careful hands

Let each be great and graceful

Living in community

The land and its spirits are hospitable hosts

Blesses seed and sower alike

Thriving in the good ground

Blessing all comers