Patreon Topic 44: On Wolf Cultus

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From Maleck Odinsson comes this topic:

“What does Wolf Cultus look like to you?”

The short answer is that Wolf Cultus looks a lot like my other cultus does. I have places set aside on our family hearth Gods’ vé for the Wolf Gods, spaces on the Ancestors’ vé for the Wolf Ancestors, and spaces on the animalvaettir vé for Wolf and wolves. They each receive offerings, usually water, and occasionally food and/or alcohol like our other Ginnreginn.

I wear a large necklace of Úlfr, the Old Norse word for Wolf and a Míkilvaettr (Big/Mighty spirit) alongside my Valknut for Óðinn and my Mjölnir for Þórr. I carry representations of wolves and úlfheðinn on me otherwise, both as reminders of our relationship and as connection points with Them. I make regular prayers to Them, both in our home during our regular prayers and outside the home.

The way I engage with Wolf Cultus every day looks, acts, is lived, and is in relationship with the Wolf Ginnreginn in ways that are carried a lot like my others are. There are things that I do because of these relationships in addition to cultus. For instance, I donate and write on behalf of causes that specifically have to do with issues around wolves, such as the bullshit wolf hunts that have been called for in the Michigan legislature. A good number of the Gods that are part of my various cultus all tend to have wolf connections -Óðinn, Angrboða, Skaði, Ullr, Hela, Fenris, Lykeios, Lupa, Anpu, and Wepwawet. Small wonder that my hearth cultus does not change much then since so many are connected with or are wolves in some way Themselves!

Does Wolf Cultus involve howling? Sometimes. My son doesn’t like to, but my daughter sure does. So, when she and I do prayers specifically to the Wolf Ginnreginn on our own, we howl. A lot of the other more noticeably wolf-oriented things do not actually occur in the hearth cultus. A lot of that occurs for me in spiritual connection work, but most of that is not during regular cultus of prayers and offerings. Sometimes it occurs on its own. It might be hamfara (faring forth in hamr), or it might be some spiritual work with a group of vaettir, such as in Maleck’s own Pack Magic which you can read about here. So far as I practice Wolf Cultus it is distinct from spiritwork or magic since the point of cultus is to worship rather than to engage in spiritwork or magic.

Private Wolf Cultus rituals, though, look a bit different. I own and work with the vaettr of a wolf that was prepared by Lupa, a wonderful Pagan artist. You can find her work here, here, and here. This wolf and I have bonded on a fairly deep level over the years, and he reflects at least some my inward soul outwardly. He is in a place of honor most days underneath our Gods’ vé, and when I put him on the connection with my wolf self, the Wolf Gods, the Wolf Ancestors, and wolfvaettir is powerful, and fairly instant. Whether I am wearing him or not, when I engage in Wolf Cultus on my own we are engaged in it together. When I do not do Wolf Cultus with him present, sometimes I am engaging with one of the wolf items I carry on my person. It is sometimes hard to write about, not only because of how personal it is.

Sometimes it is hard to write about because of how visceral the connections are, how your senses light up with the power and impact of one of the Wolf Gods making Their Presence known in ways that hit you in every bit of your Soul Matrix. Sometimes it is hard to write about because you have Wolf Ancestors that you connect with, and there is such a feeling of elation, joy, pack that is hard to put into words that do it justice. Other times it is hard to write about because you really are just reaching for words to describe raw feelings, or experiences that are close to the chest and you keep private. Even here my cultus starts out the same: prayers, offerings, and a few moments to connect. Breathing slow, steady breaths at first, perhaps quickening or lengthening if getting into trance is called for. Whether the trance comes on, the Presences are felt, or if there is work to do, being thankful for the connection with Them. Then the prayers of thanks, and prepping to get on with the remainder of the day.

To My Ancestors

I can hear your songs in my bones
Shaking through the centuries

You rattle around my neck
The ox-bone bouncing on my breast

You slide through my fingers
I softly whisper words

You answer my prayers
I live, love, and learn

You shape me each day
Your sure hands, stern hands, skilled hands

Ancestors who shape the Ancestors to come
With wit and will, wisdom and worth

Praise to You Who dwell deep
In blood and bone, spirit, song, and soul

Odin Project: Day 24

Generosity in harvest | are repaid in poor seasons

for those who carefully share;

Oft is the giver | fondly remembered

and kindness gifted in kind

 

A bolt on the door | never once latched

Is either a boon or a waste;

The hearth fire cools | in the air of night

though many it once had warmed

 

No home shall last | nor village nor clan

who constantly wars with its own;

Crows gather close | for kin who oft fight,

and feast well on the flesh

Odin Project: Day 21

Ask Rúnatýr’s aid | if Runes are sought,

giving gift in turn for gift;

For great was the price | Yggr had paid

in winning the Runes from the Gap

 

Ask Rúnatýr’s aid | if Runes are sought,

keeping keen in mind and Work,

For great is the price | the Runes will demand

From fools who know Them not

 

Ask Rúnatýr’s aid | if Runes are sought,

knowing each in Their own turn,

Wisdom and power | and rede one can find

If well one knows Their kin

Odin Project: Day 14

Remember the fallen, | one’s own kin

In action and word they live;

Lessons learned | from lives well-lived

Carry on to child and friends

 

Remember the fallen, | the friend well-loved

Lives in memory of word and deed;

Memory woven | is like a blanket

Wrapped close in cold times

 

Remember the fallen | the names forgotten

Deeds and memories lost in time;

Better a stone | raised to nameless dead

Than their passage never marked

Hail to Jotunkind

Hidden back is the fear

In the recess of our mind

The fear of ferocity and wildness

The fear of Jotunkind

 

We fear the ground we walk on

We fear the air we breathe

We fear the water that we drink

We fear the food we eat

 

Teach us to strip away our fear

Teach us to be aware

Teach us to live with Death and Life

Teach us to Live and Dare

 

Teach us to know the plants

Teach us to know the land

Teach us to know the food to eat

Teach us Your just demands

 

Teach us to live each moment

Teach us to fight and know

Teach us to be inspired

Teach us to be our hope

 

Help us come to know You

Help us to leave our fear

Help us to come to understand You

Help us to see You clear

 

Hail to the mighty Jotun

Of Fire and Storm and Ice

Hail to those from Whom Aesir

Call Lover, Husband, Wife

 

Hail to the Gods and Goddesses

From Whom we all descend

To our most primal Ancestors

Hail to Parent, and to Friend

 

Jotun

We are the primal world

The world you shut

Behind closed gates and closed doors

The world of plague and pestilence

Beauty and fierce grace

We are the raging lightning

The blaze, the bonfire

The thrumming haze of dance

The frenzy of a blood-soaked battle

We are all you try to avoid

We are the monsters and maidens

We are the outcast and trusted

We are the progenitors of Gods

We are Gods Ourselves

See us, and see the animal

The planter

The healer

The harmed

The archer

The flame

The mother

The father

The lover

The walker

The Fire

The Ice

The Void

We are part of you, this world

We are Its untamed spirits and its closest kin

We are Jotun