Who requested I learn to play the basic tune on the kantele for Them. Sometimes the things the Ancestors ask of us hurts the heart, and others, it lifts us up. This song, for me, is something of both. Reminds me of my grandfather. Of family, Ancestors I’ve never met in the flesh. Of those I will lose, and those who will lose me.
Joy and bittersweet.
Hail to all of my Ancestors. May They ever be hailed.
Inspired by Galina Krasskova’s Agon dedicated to Gefjon, I wrote these two poems.
A Hailing Prayer to Gefjon
Hail to Gefjon, Far-seeing Goddess!
Hail to Gefjon, Who knows Her own Worth!
Hail to Gefjon, Who shapes liche and hame!
Hail to Gefjon, Who drives hard Her Oxen!
Hail to Gefjon, Who plowed and claimed Zealand!
Hail to Gefjon, Who claims Her own pleasure!
Hail to Gefjon, whose halls house the virgins!
Hail to Gefjon, Ásynja!
Hail to Gefjon, Mother of Jotnar!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Consort is Skjöldr!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Plow is Mighty!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Courses are Swift!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Lands are Fertile!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Ways are Wise!
Land-finding Prayer to Gefjon
We seek, we seek land of our own
Growing green and good
We ask Gefjon to lend us your aid
So we may settle soon!
We ask for land for orchards
We ask for land for grain
We ask for land for goat, hive, and lamb
Whose harvests shall be great!
We seek, we seek a place to build
A hof to call our own
Where we can raise a horn to You
Within our hallowed home!
The road rushes past
My cigar glows in my hand
The rainvaettir come down, a billion upon billion rattling dancers
The road, the car, all full of the sound of Their feet
The road rushes past and I see it
The first lightning bolt of the season here
Arc through the sky, behind the clouds
A silhouetted dancer
Whose drumming partner pounds and the sky shakes
Tendrils of smoke out the window and up to you all
The Thunderbird People
The Jotuns of storms
The Spirit of Storms
I call to you and say your names as Midgard fills with stomps with billions of feet
As the skies split with the fury of dancers and beating of wings
As the wind shakes and the clouds let loose the crowds
As the drumming thunderers crash and clash
The Worlds are alive and here
The Worlds are alive and there
and I am thankful to bear witness
Mani Mundilfari Who guides the tides with His charge
Mani Mundilfari Who guards the children in His care
Mani Mundilfari Who plays with Skoll in His teasing way
Mani Mundilfari Who looks upon Unn beneath the waves
Mani Mundilfari Who helps keep time with His Sister Sunna
Mani Mundilfari Who carries the burden through Nott’s embrace
Mani Mundilfari Who greets old Daeg in dawn’s dim light
Mani Mundilfari Who greets Sister Sithgunt in dusk’s dark fall
Mani Mundilfari Who brings up the water to waking plants
Mani Mundilfari Who pushes the waters of river and lake
Mani Mundilfari Who hears the ebb and flow of veins
Mani Mundilfari Who goes quite in His dark time
Mani Mundilfari Who shows us ever His shining face!
I had just ran into David Bowie’s music full stop last week. I’d heard him sing in Labyrinth, but nothing from any of his albums. Blackstar and Lazarus hit me over the fucking head, and it was like…echoes from Odin. So I went back and forth on writing something for him. Then, I read Sannion and Galina were going to go to SoHo to lay down offerings for him.
I finally just broke down, sat down and wrote this for Blackstar. I hope he enjoys this and it is a worthy tribute. I have made a recording of it here.
I know not if Runes had touched your tongue;
If you had drunk from Suttung’s well
But I know that I felt sadness
When the elder Blackstar fell
I know not if Bragi blessed you
With a voice of silk or gold
For I saw you in your end
In Olmen burning bold
I know not if Odin blessed you
With wisdom deep and harsh
But I know my soul was touched
By the darkness of Blackstar
I know not if Loki blessed you
With shifting form and face
But I know you touched the generations
With what you shared in grace
I know not what you saw
In your button cloth-bound eyes
But I know Who you recalled to me
The God known as Twice Blind
I know not what you were
Priest, prophet, saint, or star
But I know you shaped whenever you were
By being who you are
I know not what you are
Apotheosis ascended or inspiration in the Earth
But I know your mark was made
Before I knew my breath or birth
I know not what you will be
A God? A Guide? A Guest?
But I know you will be welcome whenever
At altar, stage, and desk
I know not if you would know me
In Helheim walking well
But I thank you for sharing, anyway
With all of us, your spells
Hey folks, I have been asked to do several presentations at this year’s ConVocation. When I know which rooms I will be presenting in, I will update this blog post. I am really, really excited for this year’s offerings that were picked.
For those who do not know, ConVocation is:
…a convention of the many mystical spiritual paths and faiths and the people that follow them who desire to teach each other and promote fellowship among all esoteric traditions.Since 1995, this 4-day event has brought together over 100 classes and rituals presented by local instructors, internationally renowned guest speakers and authors. Along with workshops, ConVocation offers over 35 tables of merchandise in our Merchant Room, an Art Show and the largest indoor Drum Circle in the Midwest.
Acts of Devotion – Thursday 8:30pm – 90 minutes
Description:In this workshop and discussion we will explore ways to honor our Gods, Ancestors, and spirits. These ways can be small, such as daily prayer, offerings, everyday mindfulness, and keeping ourselves healthy and engaged in the world, to more intense ways such as learning crafts, writing books, engaging in activism, spiritual work, and making temples. Bring your own experiences to share.
Polytheism 101 – Friday 4:00pm – 90 minutes
Description:This lecture/discussion will dig into the basics of what polytheism means, and how it is lived. We will be exploring how we can use literary and archaeological resources as springboards and foundations to polytheist traditions. We will also explore what the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits are, how we relate to Them as polytheists, and how to engage Them with respect.
Encountering the Runes – Sunday 12:00pm – 90 minutes
Description:The Runes are often looked at as simply a divination tool. This workshop is about approaching the Runes as spirits in and of themselves. The workshop explores what the lore can tell us about Them, to how to interact with Them, to appropriate offerings and communication, and will delve into deeper aspects of Runework from a spirit-based approach.
I remember the words of my Elder:
Each telling you are creating the World anew.
Words have power, raw magic, refined magic
However they slide up the throat along
the shuddering chords
They seize ahold of us through the ears, the eyes
hold us because through them
we hold You, us, Worlds, Ancestors, vaettir
The whole body hears and feels
The cold pit in the stomach, the sweat on the brow, the widened eyes, fear,
The heat, creased forehead, gritted teeth, rage
Words crush the soul
Revive a religion
Join us to one another
The telling creates the Worlds anew.