Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 58: For Howl, the Breath, Spark of Life

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This request was made by Maleck for Howl, the Breath, Spark of Life.

Draw Me in

Your lungs, your diaphram expand

Let Me out, slowly

Bring Me in

Deep as you can

Then out, just as swift

Gather Me in

Hold me there

Release, and I course through you

Feel the pounding of your veins

Hear the rush of inner wind

Taste the copper of blood

Smell the ozone around you

See the breathing Worlds

I breathe and burn in you

Sing with me

There are no wrong notes

I swell and move through you

Howl with me

Let your kýn hear

I am the first and last breath

Breathe with me

I will journey with you into Silence

On a Threshold

I am waiting on a threshold

The door is cool and warm

Excitement rings through me

What is on the other side?

A new experience, a new path

Out of reach and aching close

Something sings to my heart there

Beautiful tones and throbbing bass

Shaking through my bones

I am scared, thrilled, intimidated

To hear a call, a beckoning

To walk through the portal

Not yet, not yet the singers call

The iron wood unyielding

Implacable and promising

Soon, soon the singers utter

The threshold’s sentinel waits

To open its arms in invitation

I stand waiting

Eager and attentive

Ready to cross the way

The Hunt is On

I hear the hoofbeats hammer

I hear the howling on the wind

I hear the gait of sword, spear, and gun

The Hunt is on

I smell the slathering sweat

I smell the steel in the wound

I smell the breath of God, grave, and snow

The Hunt is on

I see the sky split

I see the spray of blood

I see the wend of Host, heroes, and Sleipnir

The Hunt is on

I taste the tears’ trail

I taste the take of the kill

I taste the marrow of the wicked, warlocks, and traitors

The Hunt is on

I feel the fury flow

I feel the frenzy of the Ride

I feel the call of the vaettir, Valkyries, and Fráriðr

The Hunt is on

The Hunt is on

The Hunt is on

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 51: For Tobacco

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This request was made by Maleck for Tobacco.


Hail Tobacco

Called Asemaa by the Ojibwe and Séma by the Potawatomi

Sacred plant, sacred Being

Eldest Herb of Turtle Island

Whose body is a blessing

Whose body is a blessed offering

Whose body is heilagr and brings blessings

Whose smoke is cleansing

Whose smoke cleanses, opening the ways

Whose smoke is heilagr and good Gebo

Whose abuse takes breath

Whose abuse takes breath, bringing death

Whose abuse is unheilagr and hurts the heart

Hail to You, Holy One

May we be friends

May we walk well together

May I always treat You well

Ever-mindful You are Sacred

þu est heil, Míkilvaettr Tobacco

A Cleansing Prayer to Apollo

I originally wrote this August 31st, 2017. It seemed about time for it to be published.

Hail Apollo!
Lord of Cleansing!
Purifier of Purifiers!

O Lord Whose hands hold plague and purification,
Whose forms are all arrayed in Beauty,
You have brought a beautiful cleansing!

You have blessed the leaves of bay;
They are holy!
They are holy!
They are holy!

You have blessed the lustral waters;
They are cleansed!
They are cleansed!
They are cleansed!

You have blessed the khernips;
I am pure!
I am pure!
I am pure!

Thank You, Who has cleansed me:
Acestor! Iatromantis! Lykeios!
Hail Apollo!

Patreon Poem/Song/Prayer 35 -For Skaði

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This prayer was requested by Maleck Odinsson for Skaði.

Silent steps on fresh fallen snow

Tracking trails in frozen footsteps

Bow bent in arrow’s aim

Flaked flint on ash shaft

Cutting cold in fierce flight

Slicing skin in arrow’s arc

Tines tremble on swaying skull

Blood billowing on frosted fur

Heart hammered by arrow’s arrival

Sacred songs on frozen field

Rime rings in haunted howl

Gripping great on arrow’s arm

Body borne on shorn shoulders

Spirit satisfied in hunter’s home

Hallowed hunt by arrow’s art

Patreon Song/Poem/Prayer 34 -For the Local Birds and Birdvaettir

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The cold has come

So have I

With kernels and seeds

To ease your cry

Eat well, eat well

Now crack the shell

Eat well, eat well

Let your bellies swell

Eat well, eat well

The frost is here, the cold has come!

So eat well, eat well, eat well!

Patreon Topic 30: Álfablót

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From Elfwort comes this topic:

“For the topic can you talk about the Alfablot?”

I do not generally celebrate Alfablot myself, so the beginning of this is mostly going to be from the perspective of other folks and my reflections on it.

From TheLongship.net, a source I highly recommend, comes this:

Winter Nights (Vetrnætr), celebrated in modern times in mid-October. It is a three-day celebration of the harvest and includes both Dísablót, a sacrifice to honor the female ancestors, and Álfablót, a sacrifice to the god Freyr and the elves (male ancestors). Though Dísablót was a public celebration, according to Austrfararvísur, Álfablót was not celebrated communally but by families in the privacy of their homes. The Swedish holiday Disting, which is a modern incarnation of Dísablót, is celebrated in February instead of October.

Huginn’s Heathen Hof had this to say:

There’s not that much known about the pre-Christian Álfablót. It’s mentioned by the Norwegian skald Sigvatr Þórðarson in his Austrfararvísur – when he was travelling through the western part of what is now Sweden (close to where I live, actually) during autumn, he came upon several farms that would not let him in, which was a grave breach of protocol. They told him they were Heathen, celebrating Álfablót, and that they couldn’t let him in for fear of the wrath of Odin, but nothing else about the blót itself is revealed.

…Sometimes connections are drawn to the blót in Vǫlsa þáttr, since it’s described as occurring during autumn. The elves, disir, Odin and Frey are all mentioned in connection with the autumn blót, and there are arguments for this being a festival of the dead. Not the least because of a perceived association between elves and ancestors – elves live in mounds, such as people would be buried in, and how Olaf Gudrødsson upon his death came to be revered as a local deity called Olaf Geirstad-elf. British historian Ronald Hutton, however, has argued that festivals of the dead were celebrated between March and May in european pre-Christian religions and that neither the celtic Samhain nor the norse festivals celebrated at this time of the year would be that.

What to make of all this? As I do not see the Álfar as human or our male Dead, it does not make much sense to me to celebrate it as a festival to that end. We celebrate Vetrnætr, or Winternights, around this time of year. For those that do see the Álfar this way it makes sense to celebrate in this way around this time of year.

I am going to pivot from talking about Álfablót to holidays in general, since there is not much more I can add about it. It may not make sense for folks without a connection to the Álfar to celebrate this blót. This is equally true for any of the holidays one could celebrate as a Heathen. Why?

We exist in relationship with our Gods, Ancestors, and vaettir. With the interaction between these groups of spiritual Beings it may not make sense with regards to our local environment to celebrate Vetrnætr around the last week of October into November, or to celebrate it at all if it starts getting colder/snowy at a different time. This is where the metal of reconstruction as a method meets us in the work of revival. We can and should work with the Ginnreginn to develop our holy cycles. Does it make sense for your local ecosystem to incorporate winter rituals when it is still summer or fall weather?

We need to deeply think about what we are doing, and especially why we are doing it. That is not to say we need to ignore practical questions of ‘can I get this time off?’ and ‘can I do this ritual in a meangful way now?’ We need to get to questions like ‘What function would this ritual have served then, and what function does it serve now?’ We also need to be open to the idea that when we discard a holiday that it may be that another one is waiting for us that better fits the season, the timing, and/or our relationships with the Ginnreginn. We also need to be open to the idea that certrain holidays will not work for us.

Starting now and opening ourselves to living in sync with our local environment together with our Ginnreginn, we can develop our own meaningful holidays and calendars that fit into our right relationships as we live them now. So, if a given holiday or a whole calendar does not work for you, explore that a bit. Maybe another region’s sacred days are better suited to your environment. The landvaettir may have ideas on how to live well with Them in celebrating Their cycles. The Gods may have new celebration cycles They want to start where you are. The Ancestors may want a different cycle of holidays for Them based in the land where you are rather than where They were. Explore, research, ask, divine, and make choices on how you will celebrate throughout the year. When changes need to be made, whether for reasons of environment, schedule, or the input of the Ginnreginn, then make them. Our practices do not need to look the same for all of us to be authentically Heathen.

Patreon Song/Poem/Prayer 30 -For Þórr

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Hail Holy Thunderer!

Whose Lightning stirs Life!

Whose rains quicken the rye!

Whose Hammer blesses bride and boast!

Whose hands kill and create!

Whose legs have walked the Worlds!

Whose wisdom is wide!

Whose heart holds close to love!

Bring Your blessings that my foes are turned aside!

Bring Your blessings that the course is clear!

Bring Your blessings that my work goes well!

Bring Your blessings that always right relationship reigns!

Hail, hail, hail Holy Þórr!

Patreon Song/Poem/Prayer 29 -For Cernnunos -Farewell

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You walked with me

Through the woods, the wild, the wonderful places

You showed me

The sacred places, prepared and protected me

You taught me

The holy ways, hallowing and healing

O Horned One, Torc-Bearer

Hoof and horn, claw and crushing jaw

Gentle-stepper, Silent Stalker

Hunter and Hunted, Predator and Prey

Thank You, always, for walking with me

Thank You, always, for showing me

Thank You, always, for teaching me

Cernnunos