About a week ago my family raised the small godpole I had been carving for the last few months, mentioned here, for Odin. I first mentioned the godpole here. It’s relatively small; it is a former garden stake. I am on the lookout for a small hat to fit it.
The ritual itself was relatively simple. I had received a message that I should retire my old personal sacred pipe, and was told to bury it with Odin’s godpole. So, around 8 in the evening my family went outside to the sacred grove we keep for our outdoor rituals and Sacred Fires. Sylverleaf dug the hole near the tree we make offerings to while our son held on to the godpole and the box containing my retired sacred pipe. When it was dug I placed tobacco in as an offering, first for the landvaettir, then for Odin. The pipe bowl was laid in the East of the hole just behind where Odin’s godpole was going to go, just beneath one of the tree’s roots, and the stem was laid in the West. We gave our son the option of planting the godpole himself, but he opted to let me do it. So, I put it in the Earth, thanking Jörð for letting us dig into Her to plant it, and thanking the landvaettir for the same. Together we mounded the soil back into the hole it was dug from, and packed in the dirt around the godpole.
When we were good and sure the pipe was well-buried and the godpole was not going anywhere, we knelt before it and made our first prayers before it. We knelt, hailing Odin and praising Him for His blessings on our family, His Presence in our lives. We bowed, and then prostrated ourselves before Him, and then left. It was simple and it was powerful.
These pictures were taken the day after the ritual took place.