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Twice-Born

July 8, 2018 5 comments

The God caught Himself in the mirror and stood in awe

Absorbed, never thinking

That behind Him stalked His killers

 

Torn limb from limb

Body boiled, limbs roasted

 

The wine stained eyes fell from His mirror

Rolled up to His Father, whose wrath blazed

The furious bolt crashed

 

Dead fell the feasters

Dead fell the God-hungry

Living fell the beating heart of Lenaeus

 

Taken up by Athena it was blessed with knowing

Taken up by Demeter it was blessed with vitality

Taken up by Rhea it was blessed with purification

Taken up by Zeus it was blessed with power

Devoured by Semele, Dimetor came forth

 

The ivy-haired God shone forth

Twice-born of Semele learned again

To crawl, to step, to walk, to dance, to sing, to rave, to fight

 

He took up His gifts and power in glory

His sword felled every foe before Him

His thyrsus struck frenzy into His followers

His grapes crossed the world and brought wine to all peoples

His wine poured and dythrambic verse fell in power from His mouth

His ivy marked His paths and ways for worshipers and pilgrims

To follow Him where He would lead

 

O Zagreus Dimetor, O Reborn One! You show us the Ways!

O Isodaetes, You give free that we may give!

O Mighty Dragon, Your jaws have torn the foe!

Io Dionysos!

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Living Religion

January 6, 2014 5 comments

On days like today I make prayers and offerings not only to the Sons and Daughters of Muspelheim, but the Sons and Daughters of Nifelheim.  I smoke to the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits to keep me safe as I go to work.  To keep me on the road.  To keep me safe from harm.  For the snow to be gentle with me, to work with my car.  I smoke for my car, that it carries me well, and gets me safely to my destination.

This is where my metaphoric rubber meets the road.  When I engage with the world I engage with the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits.  There is no, can be no separation.  If there was, then the cold Ice around me as I walk to my car would not touch me nor inspire equal worship to the Fire I cradle in my hand as I light my pipe when inside it.  If there was truly separation the cold could not touch me in heart, or body, inspiring words that praise the pristine beauty and fierce bite, and the heat would not inspire words or prayer to praise the warmth in my hands or the small flame I put to tobacco to say my prayers.  There can be no separation because the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits are all around me.

Yes, even in something so mundane as starting my car there are spirits: the spirit of my car, the spirits of all those that fill its tank, the spirit of Fire that makes the engine go, the spirits of Earth that form the car, the spirits of Water that lubricate the car, the spirits of animals whose bodies line the cars’ various innards, the tires themselves made from rubber with spirits of their own, the spirits of Ice that keep the car cool in the summer, and the spirits of Air that help to warm my car.  There are Gods and spirits of roads and crossroads, local and large, great and small.  There are Gods to pray to, to worship everywhere one turns, if one but pays the mind and chooses to.  I could split myself into a million millions of me and still not have enough of me to pray to, offer to, worship all the spirits great and small that surround me.  So, I do what I can.  I light the tobacco after a prayer to It and Fire, and smoke and pray to all Who wish to hear to my words, praying to my Gods, Ancestors, and spirits, speaking to the breathing, living Jörð and all Who share this time and space with me upon Her.  I pray to Odin, my Father, through His heiti Gangleri the Wanderer and Traveler to help keep me safe and keep me keen, first among the many Gods I will pray to quickly before I pull out of the drive.

There are the landvaettir all over, some I would call local Gods, such as the rivers that run near town, and Others that live in the heart of parks and Others that live with humans, landvaettir and housevaettir.  There are spirits, vaettir, all around, and though I may not worship Them all (how could I, They are so many?) They all are due my respect as I pass through Their homes, territories, holy places.  I pass what I view as a herme each and every day on the way to work; one of my neighbors has 3 large stones set one upon the other, and there is a spirit there that, when it catches my eye, I nod to in respect as I drive past it.  The ground I walk on is full of life, covered in snow.  The sky is alive with little spirits that twinkle in my headlights, some landing on my windshield, melting from the heat of my car.

There is no place I, or anyone can go where the spirits are not.  I am truly blessed.

Blessings for the New Year

December 31, 2013 3 comments

May the Gods be pleased by our offerings, hear us, and bless us.  May the spirits be with us and bless us.  May the Disir, Väter, and all our Ancestors be with us, and bless us.  May the Norns bless us with good fortune.    May we live in Gebo with our Gods, Ancestors, and spirits in the coming year.  May They bless us in kind for our Gebo.  May those who have suffered this year find peace.  May those who have struggled find resolution.  May those who have been ill be healthy.

Happy New Year everyone.  See you in 2014.  Blessings to you and yours today and in the New Year.  Ves ðu heil!

10 Years

November 1, 2013 2 comments

Today marks 10 years that I have been a Pagan.  I started this journey as a nominally polytheist/duotheist Neo-Wiccan, using Scott Cunningham’s book as my major guide for the first two years.  I became solidly polytheist after experiencing Anpu, Odin and Thor, and Jesus Christ in a guided meditation.  That meditation prompted me to become Anpu’s priest, and while I did not pursue following Odin at the time, it introduced me to Him.  I voraciously devoured anything I could get my hands on regarding the Egyptian Gods, ritual, practice, beliefs.  I have, to my embarrassment, forgotten far more than I remember.  I became a ceremonial magician, and studied evocation after doing a solid year of LBRP every single day in the shower.  I was unaware of Odin, for the most part, excepting He was a God I was nervous, if not fearful of.

After three years of serving only Him, Anpu told me that our relationship would be on the back burner while I learned from and served Odin, much to my shock.  I did much the same as I had with Anpu when Odin came around, grabbing sources, and reading and studying as much as I could even as I moved into worshiping Him.  Shortly after He pushed me to develop a deeper relationship with my Ancestors, and the landvaettir.  While gnosis and personal interaction have become and is a large part of my Work, I still remember how eagerly I devoured copies of the Havamal, and books on Norse myth just to learn a bit more.  I knew so little of Him.  Some days I feel I still know so little!

I have, in that time, been through many groups.  I’ve screwed up hard and done well hand-in-hand.  I’ve become more lax in some areas, more strident in others.  I went from being a ceremonial magician and only a priest of Anpu 8 years ago, to being all but thrown at Odin and becoming His priest as well as a shaman in the Northern Tradition 5 years ago.  I was adopted into the Anishinaabe 3 months ago.  In these 10 years I have become a father, and have raised my son with pride.  He has blessed my life each and every day, teaching me patience and sharing with me the simple pleasures of being a Dad.

I am part of many communities now.  I am a Wiccan Youth Minister at the Crossroads Tabernacle Church.  I am a member of House Sankofa.  I teach on the Northern Tradition, holding monthly lessons and building a small community here in Michigan.  I teach workshops at The Wandering Owl and ConVocation.  I am starting to get involved in Rendevous, a group that does historical reenactment from the fur-trapper years.  I am not where I thought I would be when I first started walking this path…and I am very grateful for it.

I have been blessed with a supportive and loving family, tribes, and people from many walks of life.  I have supportive, caring Elders, and communities that love me for who I am, and appreciate me for what I do.  I have many people I hold dear, many who are not blood family I now call family, Brother, Sister, and Mother.

The Gods, Ancestors, and spirits have blessed my life.  Hail to the Gods!  Hail to the Ancestors!  Hail to the spirits!  May the next ten years be as powerful, and full of blessings.

Thank you, all of you, who have walked this path with me.  Blessing to you and yours.  May your Gods, Ancestors, and spirits bless you, and walk with you.

Prayers to the Gods and Spirits of Storm, Wind, and Sky

October 28, 2012 2 comments

Prayer 1

May the Gods of Storm and Sky

Dance lightly in the world

From coast to coast

Continent to continent

 

May Their steps be light

Sparing life where They may

Bringing life where They step

 

Prayer 2

Lightning, sleet, snow

Rain, hail, and winds

Gales, gusts, and forces

Be gentle to Your people

Be gentle to their homes

Be gentle to their loved ones

 

Prayer 3

Hail, Gods of Storm and Sky

Keep us in Your hearts

As You dance in the Skies and Upon ocean and land

About home and field and city

 

Prayer 4

Hail to You, Blessed Ones

Of Storm and Sky, Weather and Wind

May we remember

That many of us call You Father, Brother, Sister, Mother

Your statues grace our altars

Your Names grace our lips

Your Blood is in our veins

Your Breath is in our lungs

Your Holiness, in Its power and awe, abides in us

Even in fear may we hail You

Even as the rain falls and the snow piles may we hail You

Even as hardships come may we hail You

Knowing that You bring blessing with bane

That You bring comfort with sorrow

That through Death’s door come’s Life’s return

Cry to the Ancestors

December 11, 2011 Leave a comment

Oh Ancestors, grant me a tongue that I might speak your words!

Oh Ancestors, grant me hands that I might build up your foundations!

Oh Ancestors, grant me feet that I may stand tall in your ways!

Oh Ancestors, grant me eyes that I may see your path!

Oh Ancestors, grant me words that I may speak to your children!

Oh Ancestors, grant me a voice that I may sing your songs!

Oh Ancestors, grant me a blessing that my soul be ready!

Oh Ancestors, grant me ways that I might reach you!

Oh Ancestors, grant me your Presence that I may know you!

Oh Ancestors!

Ancestors!

Ancestors!

Bless this life you have given me!

Bless this time in which I walk!

Bless this form in which I live!

Blessings to you, Ancestors!

Ancestors!

Ancestors!

Ancestors!

You, Allfather

December 4, 2011 2 comments

You breathed life into me

You taught me to stand strong

You taught me to be patient

You taught me compassion and discernment

You gave me a path to walk

You taught me knowledge through pain

You taught me holiness in silence

You taught me openness to instruction

You taught me to embrace the Runes

You blessed me

You taught me my purpose

You taught me magic

You taught me to claim myself

You taught me to honor my Ancestors

May I never say

“I was never blessed!”

May I never say

“You are not with me!”

May I never say

“I do not know you!”

For all the pain

For all the lessons

For all the failures

For all the successes

You have always been there

Even if I had not the eyes to see You

Or the ears to hear Your Voice

Hail to You, Allfather!

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