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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 22

December 30, 2017 Leave a comment
Ingwaz

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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The Telling of Stories, the Singing of Songs

April 14, 2016 Leave a comment

Trying to grasp the ineffable

With fumbling hands and tongue

Reaching, stretching, trying

To bring the mind to order

The soul-deep to expression

The innermost understanding to bare expression

Stripped of majesty, shorn of glory

Dirt lying on the tongue, begging for water

 

O, the skin is dry!

 

Fill me, let me give water or wine

Give me words, give me words, give me words!

To express, to adulate, to bring You closer

To bring some part of You near

To drink and quench my thirst

To give and quench others’ thirst

To speak and share the stories

To create again and again

with each telling

The Worlds, Your births, Your deaths

Create and destroy and inspire and sacralize

Break and build and love and lose

Enliven and ensoul and enshrine and edify

Fill and free and craft and cleave

 

Let a billion tongues be sated by the waters of Your stories

a billion throats raised in song and word

a billion eyes enthralled by plays and stories

a billion ears entranced by hymns and teachings

For all Your stories and songs are precious

and all are the teachings tellings in their turn

holy, powerful, sacred

 

Let them be told and told again

Let them be sung and sung again

Passed on and on

That even those without an ear for music or a tongue for tales

may know You each in their own turn

and pass on in their way this knowing

 

Where to Start?

November 9, 2013 2 comments

I have been pondering this question for a while now.  Where do we start when we are new to a path?  Do we dive into worshiping the Gods?  Should we?

I start at the Beginning.  A very good place to start.  Now that I’ve gotten my obligatory homage to Sound of Music out of my head…

I start with the Creation Story.  I start with where everything began, how it came to be, and I let the listener make up their mind how they wish to interpret it.  The point is, is that the Story is told.  We, eventually, are placed within the Story.  Without the cosmological understanding of how and why the Universe came to be, and where we fit in, what point is there in going on to the Gods?  If you do not understand how you relate to the Gods it is hard to begin to understand Them, much less worship Them, in anything like a proper context, or understanding.

Even if we do not understand the stories of creating the Worlds, the plants, animals, insects, etc., as literally true as-written, we can understand it on a level that transcends literalism, being true in its own way.  In the Norse Creation Story the first two Elements are Fire and Ice, Surt the Black being the First Being followed by Ymir.  Without going exhaustively through the text I can already tell some basic things: Fire and Ice are the Prime motivators of all life that follow, and all things began in the Void, the Ginnungagap.  They come into being naturally, needing no external force, or at least, no external force(s) that are remarked upon in the Story.  That, in and of itself, is important.  The Gods are not above or beyond the bounds of ‘what must be’ or ‘what is’ or ‘what is to come’ (Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld).  They are, as much as They might be representatives, controllers, and/or arbiters of ‘what must be’, ‘what is’, and ‘what is to come’, in various fashion, part of Creation.  Nearly every Creation Story I can think of starts in darkness of some kind, some kind of nothingness.  So we come from what was not, becoming what is, and following into what is to come.  All things are bound in Wyrd in this way.

I start with teaching the belief that the Gods and spirits are real, that our Ancestors live on in Death in a spiritual form even if They reincarnate, and that there are spirits all around us in many forms.

When new to a path I encourage people to ask questions, and then again, I encourage questions when one is well-seasoned on a path.  There can never be enough questions.  Even at ten years of being a Pagan I still have questions.   So ask, and do research.  Explore.  Keep researching.  I have been a Pagan 10 years and I am still, and I pray, will always, be learning new things.

I asked if we should dive into worshiping the Gods.  I think that if you can you should.  The same with praying to the Ancestors and spirits, especially the land spirits of where you live.  If you can stand before an altar, a tree, a rock, and/or an image and offer words, a cup of water, a small candle, or a ‘hello’ just to start, do it.  Do it even if you’re not 100% sure that the Gods, Ancestors, or spirits are real.

Sometimes the best prayers are simple.   The purpose of prayer is to thank, ask questions, and/or make a request of a God/dess, Ancestors, and/or spirit,  Sometimes learning a prayer, such as Sigdrifa’s Prayer, is both an offering unto itself in addition to being a beautiful prayer.  Images on on your computer work well for visualizing the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits, and lighting a digital candle is fine as an offering in my book.  I used to live in a dorm room, and when I started I had 8 salt crystals in a small glass bottle and prayed on my dorm room floor.  I started worshiping the Gods after doing a little bit of research and a single lesson.  My relationships have changed fairly dramatically, but I learned how to worship the Gods, by-and-large, by worshiping Them.  I learned how to worship the Gods by refusing to not ask questions.  To explore, and to screw up.

However you can, start.  However you can, keep it up.  Do the best you can wherever you can.  Learn as much as you can, read all the stories of your Gods that you can get your hands on.  Learn all you can about your Ancestors, if you are able.  Learn about the spirits from your tradition(s), and especially from the locals if you know any.  Network, if you are able to and it is safe to do so.  Cultivate the relationships between yourself, the Gods, Ancestors, spirits, and communities around you however you can.  Know that you might not get clear answers from Them, that many who have worshiped the Gods their whole lives don’t always receive clear answers if they do get one.  Sometimes, maybe every time, you get silence in response to your prayers, and that is okay.  There are going to be down days, up days, days where your faith in your path, Gods, Ancestors, spirits, life itself, etc. is going to be challenged, and shaken; there may be days where your faith is blown clear out of the water, or raised up so high you’ll wonder how it was ever down.  However you can just keep walking.  Ultimately the relationship is between you, the Gods, the Ancestors, and the spirits.

This is just the start.

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