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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 11

December 12, 2017 Leave a comment
Isa

Isa (Wikimedia Commons)

Today I did galdr with Isa.

Today’s galdr was done entirely outside, cleansing with Großmutter Una in my sacred pipe.  I then did my prayers in preparation, and my usual breathing into the right headspace.

Today I was surrounded by snow under my feet, and the sky was full of snow.  Isa was all around me.  The breathing in of that cold snow brought with it a sharp cleansing.  There is something beautiful and powerfully spiritual about sitting in all of that stillness, all the lights off, the only light being in my pipe and some far off neighbors.  When I did my first round of galdr that is all I experienced: that stillness, the meditative silence.

The second round of galdr was more active.  My voice echoed in the quiet, and then I heard something I was not expecting at all: an answer.  It was a cow lowing, and I saw and felt the sensation of being licked out of ice by a cow.  When I opened my eyes to begin the galdr in the second round I was again answered by a cow lowing.  There is life in ice.  There is nourishment in it.  There is holiness in it.  I made the last galdr of the round and there was a feeling of containment, of expansion, of the melting away for things to be revealed.

The third galdr was croaking, loud.  It rebounded around me, and I saw a glacier, great, carving the land.  Then that glacier melting.  I saw the Arctic and the melting floes, the land of the coasts being consumed by sea.  I saw the rivers swelling and the Great Lakes filling again.  Ice is part of the cycles of water, and we need it deeply.  I felt hibernation and untapped waters, I felt the freezing blasts of blizzards, and I felt the gentle snow around me.  Despite seeing and experiencing the violence that Isa can bring, I felt vast calmness in it.

When I finished I made prayers of thanks to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir.  As the last time I smoked, I cleansed with smoke from Großmutter Una, and then cleaned my pipe to come back to normal headspace.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 9

December 9, 2017 Leave a comment
Hagalaz

Hagalaz (Wikimedia Commons)

Today I did galdr with Hagalaz.

As before, I smoked Großmutter Una to cleanse and prepare myself.  As before, I did the prayers to prepare and flowed into a good, clean whole self when I did.  Today’s galdr work was done entirely outside.

Today’s galdr was very straightforward.  The images came immediately to me, the sensations.  They were crisp, clear, and while there was detail, I sat with the sensations and images for quite awhile as they were.  Unlike previous galdr work where I would be shown different things, each galdr round went one particular way.

The first round of galdr I was shown a field, and it was being absolutely pummeled by hail.  That was it.  I got to see crops beaten and shredded by hailstones.

The next round of galdr was snow falling.  Quiet, serene, snow fall.  Now, for us in Michigan this means that our waters will rise, so this is a good thing.  Yes, it sucks to drive through, but we absolutely need it for our waters to do well.  This was just me being in the middle of a good, steady snowstorm.  No howling wind or anything like that.  Just sitting the middle of a beautiful, slow snowfall.  It is worth pointing out that when I went outside to do galdr work it was not snowing at all, and the sensations and imagery I got were towards darkening of the day, as opposed to the dead of night when I did this work tonight.

The final round of galdr I was pushed to chant in a croaking manner, rhythmic.  This was Hagalaz the cursing Rune, the Rune of ruination, the one that brings your enemies to their knees.  This is the one that crashes down a person or crushes their hopes.  It is a wrathful Rune, not unlike Thurisaz.  Where Thurisaz is “hot”, Hagalaz is “cold”.  Not that cold cannot move swift, but the feel of it was ice, of methodical shredding or unwinding or cutting.  The Runes carved on a scorning pole came to mind when I came out of the galdr.

As before, I made prayers of thanks to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir.  As before, I cleansed and then cleaned my pipe to come back to normal headspace.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

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A Shovel Song for the Gods and Vaettir of Nifelheim

February 2, 2015 1 comment

Inspired by the songs I learned as a child that miners and lumberjacks used to sing out here, I made one up for the Gods and vaettir of Nifelheim as I helped shovel the drive.  While the shoveling proved rather fruitless to the whims of these Gods and vaettir, it did seem to please Them.  In terms of how I sang it, think of an old song, with the beat on every two to four heartbeats.

Did the song sound exactly this way?  No.  A lot of it was made up on the fly, and so, what I am writing here is what I remembered and what makes sense.  These aren’t set in stone, and a good, made-up song can be the perfect offering for a God, Goddess, and/or vaettir.  Anyhow, here is the shovel song for the Gods and vaettir of Nifelheim:

Hail to the Sons and Daughters of Nifelheim!

Hail to Ice Itself!

Hail to the Sons of Nifelheim!

Hail to Ice Itself!

Hail to the Daughters of Nifelheim!

Hail to Ice Itself!

Oh hail hail hail!

Oh icy, frosty ones!

Hail to You who blow all around

Ice and snow has come!

Hail ol’ Jökull

icy bearded Jotun!

Whose frost hangs low and drips to snow

Hail you old cold Jotun!

Oh hail the frosted cold

Hail the elder Jotun!

Who come in with cold

and freeze our bones

and make our Great Lakes rise!

Hail to the big ol’ snowy one!

Hail to You, O Snaer!

Who freezes flesh and chills the blood

and freezes up our hair!

Hail to You oh frozen one,

Who blows all around!

From in the air and on our homes

and crunch beneath the ground!

Hail hail hail!

Hail the mighty Jotun!

Who comes from far off colder North

and visit us here at home!

Hail to the ground beneath my feet

The ancient one, Ymir!

Who forms the mountains and the clouds

The world that I hold dear!

Hail Auðumla’s adopted Son

Old frosty Ymir!

From Your blood the lakes and oceans flow

and bones the mountains speared!

Hail to You oh slain One

Who fell and made the world!

Whose body rose and made our home

All covered in the snow!

Whose body brought forth Goddesses,

good Jörð, Jarnsaxa, Nerth-us

Who gave our Ancestors form and flesh and

brought us to our birth!

Hail O hail to the icy gail, the Kari Northern wind!

Who cuts us with His coldest breath

and brings the snows again!

Hail to You who blows about

the frost and ice and snow

Who makes us glad for heat and home

and the feeling of our skin!

Hail hail hail!

To the Sons and Daughters of Nifelheim!

Hail hail hai!

To Ice Itself, Ancestor old!

Hail hail hail!

Be gentle with us, for we are cold!

Refrain placed wherever it feels right:

Hail hail hail!

Hail to the Icy Jotun!

Hail hail hail

to the frosted [frozen, icy, snowy] ones!

Hail hail hail!

You old cold Jotun!

[alternately]

Hail hail hail!

O Elder coldest Jotun!

Praise for the Gods, Goddesses, and Vaettir of Nifelheim

February 26, 2014 Leave a comment

In the deep cold we feel Your hands

Your icy breath brings the blessed Ice

Though we shiver now we will be thankful

when the orchards are full

when the crops grow

when the lakes rise

The ground crunches with our steps

The roads are pitted with holes

Yet I count us blessed

For You have brought us appreciation

of warmth and family and tribe

of the coming Spring

of generosity and care

Thank you, Frost-thurses

Thank you, Ancestor Ice

Thank you, Gods, Goddesses, and spirits of hoary Nifelheim

May you ever be hailed

May you be offered to well

May we never forget Your blessings

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.

Prayers to the Primal Powers

November 20, 2013 Leave a comment

I’ve been doing this prayer I made for awhile by rote whenever I light a fire, from matches to vaettr Fires:

“Hail Sons and Daughters of Muspelheim

Hail to Fire Itself

Hail Loki

Hail Glut

Hail Logi

Hail Surt

Hail Sinmora!”

I had nothing for the vaettir of Ice for a long time, so I made this prayer:

“Hail Sons and Daughters of Nifelheim

Hail to Ice Itself

Hail Skadi

Hail Ullr

Hail Frosti

Hail Kari

Hail Ymir!”

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