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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 15

December 17, 2017 Leave a comment
Algiz

Algiz (Wikimedia Commons)

Today I did galdr with Algiz.

As yesterday, I cleansed with the Eldest Ancestor, Fire.   Today’s galdr was held before my altar to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir.  When I lit the candle, a white seven day candle, I made the Fire Prayer and thanked the Eldest Ancestor for cleansing me, purifying me for the work ahead.  I then sat the candle on the ground in front of me throughout the galdr.

In my first round of galdr, I felt a hooking into the Earth similar to when I do tree meditation.  The knitting together of roots with my ‘root’, and a connection to Midgard came and hooked roots into my spine.  I felt relaxed as I breathed, and a kind of balance came.  It is worth noting I do not usually do lotus position for meditation work, and here I felt quite comfortable with it.

For the first and some of the second part of the first round of galdr, this is all I experienced.  As I was finishing the second part of the first round and into and through the last part, I experienced being before a great tree.  It was both immensely vast and yet I could still see all its parts, from roots going into the soil to its tower height.

For the second round of galdr  I sat with this great tree.  It was Yggdrasil and it was every sacred tree in connection with It.  It was incredible, it was vast, and Worlds were growing in Its various branches and roots, and yet it was climbable. I could feel the waters taken up in Its roots and I could walk among them.  It felt both like home and uncanny.

For the third round of galdr I had an experience of a rite before a tree.  I felt the blood of sacrifice drip down my upward, outstretched arms, and felt the place become holy.  Then the scene changed and I was standing in a grove and kneeling in prayer, again, arms outstretched.  It felt like arms were reaching down in kind, in answer.  I felt I needed to raise my arms in imitation of the Rune’s form and as I galdred it was a moment of union between the Tree and I, that feeling for a few moments of truly being Ask and Embla’s son.

When I was finished I cleansed with the candle as before, thanking it for cleansing me.  I then did my usual prayers to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir, asking the Eldest Ancestor to help me come back to normal space as I snuffed the candle, thanking the Eldest Ancestor.  I felt relaxation and peace as the smoke curled up around me.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

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Communion

January 14, 2015 2 comments

The hoarfrost bites.  The rain is frosty, pelting my hat, my trenchcoat.  I take out the little sacred pipe, and kiss it nine times all over its sacred body.  I load it with tobacco after offering to the Directions, to the Spiritkeepers, to the hidden Sun, the Earth beneath my feet, to the Sky above me that has opened up, to one of the Creators, to the Disir and Väter, to the Ancestors, and to the Gods and Goddesses.  The tobacco has been in my pouch so long it has become dried powder, and it packs deep.  The last of the tobacco goes into the sacred pipe.  I make my prayers to the Sons and Daughters of Muspelheim, to the spirit of Fire Itself, and light it.

It takes to the offering, and I make short, quick puffs to encourage the Fire to spread.  I offer the smoke to all those I have just offered tobacco to.  I walk over to a small boulder that serves as the main vé for our unknown Ancestors who extend Their hands to us.  I blow smoke upon the stone, and thank Them. As I walk by the oak tree my father planted when we first started living on the property, something about it in the frost strikes me, and I ask if I can take its picture.  Of course, I have forgotten my phone inside, but that is fine.  It assents, and I offer it smoke in thanks.

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I walk on into the sacred grove.  The ground is sodden.  The lengths of birch I bought from a man half a year ago are in disarray.  It occurs to me, starting to right them again for perhaps the third time since I bought them, that this is how they wish to be for now.  I leave the rest go, and head over to Odin’s godpole.  He is here, as surely as He is at our altar to the Gods.  He is here.  He is waiting.  Odin had called me to come out, and give offerings after I had given offerings to Hela and Niðogg.  These had been our compost; used coffee, rotten food, broken eggshells, all dead things come to give new life in time.

I kneel before His godpole, and I hail Him.  I take three drags, always three when I offer to a God, Ancestor, or vaettr, and blow it over the wood.  Then, partly feeling compelled and partly feeling it a good thing to do, I take three drags and place the pipe into His carved mouth, and He smokes.  I do it again, and I can feel Him breathe it in, the smoke rising.  One last time, and the smoke rises lazily from the pipe, and I am sure He is here, and with me.  Here, in the midst of my hands tightening under the cold and frost-rain, I feel my God, World-wise and powerful, and here. I smoke with Him for a few moments.  We speak, being with one another in the moment, but it is less like speaking, and more deep than words.  Communion, perhaps, is a better descriptor.

There are words; we greet each other, and He is at once in the cold, and cold Himself, and yet warm too.  He is pleased, and it is time for me to go.  I kneel on the ground, offering smoke, and thank the landvaettir for allowing me to come, for allowing this space to be.  I take off my hat to Them and to Odin, and leave the sacred grove walking backwards. I bow once I have reached the boundary. Then I turn to the house, and offer it smoke.

I sit on the deck for a few moments, and smoke, and the Ancestors are near.  Many have endured this kind of thing without all the benefits I have, most especially a grand house that sits at my back.  They tell me They want me to smoke with Them, but as I reach for the sacred pipe, many insist I go inside.  Some of Them do so for my sake; my hands are aching with cold.  The Others want to enjoy the warmth of the home and do not want to smoke with me in the freezing rain.  So I go inside.

Each tree received offerings of smoke, and each has given Its permission to be photographed.

Raise the Shrines

July 1, 2013 2 comments

Shrines do not need to just be erected on tables.  They can be erected wherever they are needed.  The last 3 years I have been a Sacred Fire tender at Michigan Paganfest.  During that time I have set up shrines to the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits behind my tent.  This year I finally took pictures but only after I moved my various representations in front of the Sacred Fire.  Something about being behind the tent made it like an invasion of privacy to take pictures there.  The set up, however, is very similar to the pictures, except spread out onto two black t-shirts; they were clean, and used for the weekend for the sole purpose as altar/shrine ‘cloths’.  Practicality wins out, sometimes, since all of my altar/shrine cloths were taken up by altars and shrines at my home.

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These first two are before the Sacred Fire together.  On either side of Odin and Freya are the representations of Ask and Embla.  Directly beside Odin the key represents Frigga, as I have no statue of Her yet, and beside Freya the little Green Man is our representation of Freyr.  The two little circles, (harder to see in the light, sorry) near to Freyr are a Sun and Moon representing Mani and Sunna.  After asking the Fire for Her permission and blessing, I placed my divination tools closest to Her for Her to bless and empower Them.  They all were located in the North.  The East was completely clear, and the South had Brighid’s Cross and a vial of Her healing waters on a single log, which I forgot to take a picture of.

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Anubis wanted to be elevated, facing the Fire in the West with the selenite wand we use at home to purify ourselves before prayer as a way of purifying the wandering Dead who wanted to be near the Fire.

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I love altars, shrines, and sacred spaces of all kinds.  Tumblr has a pretty cool community called FuckYeahAltars that has some really beautiful expressions of devotions, from the very minimalistic to the very elaborate.  It, and communities like it, are powerful reminders that our shrines do not need to be a certain way; they can fit with, complimenting and enhancing our home, fitting into the little niches and spaces.  We can erect our shrines outdoors as well, turning a piece of backwoods into a shrine to landvaettir, or to a woodland God or Goddess.  A pile of rocks becomes a cairn or a herm.  The limits are our Gods’, Ancestors’, and spirits desires’, our traditions and taboos.  Barring those things, our own imaginations are the limit.

What I hope to do with this post is encourage people to share their own shrines, should their Gods, Ancestors, spirits and/or traditions approve.  To show the multiplicity of forms that altars, shrines, and other sacred spaces can take.  I know in exploring FYA’s many examples I have been inspired in my own space creation.  In looking at others’ there is no one way of constructing a shrine.  They are unique to our relationships with the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits that we worship, our traditions, our individual relationships with each, each Being’s desires, and so many other factors I could not hope to list them all.  Suffice it to say, our shrines are part of our relationships, experiences, and points of contact with these Holy Powers that share in our lives.

Inspiring Blogger Award

August 8, 2012 Leave a comment

I have been given an  Inspiring Blogger award from Darkamber of Fire and Ink.  Thank you very much!

The “Rules” of the award:
1.  Display the award certificate on your website.
2.  Announce your win with a post and include a link to whoever presented your award.
3.  Present 7 awards to deserving bloggers.  Create a post linking to them and drop them a comment to tip them off.
4.  Post 7 interesting facts about yourself.

I give the Inspiring Blogger Award to:

Galina Krasskova of Gangleri’s Grove

Sannion of The House of Vines

Elizbeth Vongvisith of Twilight and Fire

Dver of A Forest Door

Lupa of Therioshamanism

John Michael Greer of The Archdruid Report

Esoterikei of Pagan Health at Every Size (HAES) 

 

7 Interesting Facts About Myself

1.  I am a huge fan of anything by Hayao Miyazaki, but I am especially obsessed/a huge fan of Mononoke-hime, aka Princess Mononoke.

2.  On Career Day when I was 5, my teacher asked me what I wanted to be.  I told her I wanted to be a shaman.  She said she wasn’t sure I could be that, and asked me to choose something else, so I chose to be a police officer.  Irony.  ^_^

3.  I am a student going for my B.S. in Psychology, minor in Religious Studies.  I am looking at double-majoring in Anthropology.

4.  I used to be part of a nonprofit that helped teach kids in computer clubs about how to work with computers, how to animate movies in Flash, and develop skills to be computer-literate otherwise.

5.  I am a very new amateur wood-carver, pyrographer, and leatherworker.

6.  I hope someday to get land together to open up a public or semi-public temple or hof.  

7.  I am an amateur techno and meditative soundscape producer.

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