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A Prayer of Praise to Holy Healers
Hail Mengloth, Jotun Goddess whose hands heal and wisdom preserves health of body, mind, and soul!
Who knows the ways to knit flesh and bone
Who knows the ways to bring vitality and vigor
Who teaches those who listen in the holy arts of healing!
Whose work staunches the blood of wounds
Who guards the lines of the heart so all is kept free from infection
Whose skillful hands knit the skin and flesh that every wound may become a scar
Whose wisdom of herbs and medicine makes every illness become renewed vigor
Thank You for blessing the doctors, nurses, techs, and healers with wisdom, skill, care, and prudence!
Hail Mengloth! Ves ðu heil!
Hail O Eir, Aesir Goddess of the healing hands!
O Wise Goddess who teaches the eager to learn how to heal!
O Battle Medic whose hands have tended the flesh from the bite of wood, bone, bronze, iron, steel, and powder!
O Careful One who brings the healing teams together in purpose!
Thank You! You have blessed the doctors, the nurses, the techs, the healers with care, caution, wisdom and skillful work!
Hail Eir! Ves ðu heil!
Io Asklepios, Divine Physician!
Io to the Son of Apollon and Koronis!
Io Kheiron’s Son!
O Wielder of the Serpent-Staff
Whose hands have healed holy and mortal flesh alike
Whose lessons have instructed the countless lines of doctors, nurses, techs, and all those who heal
Whose work has saved the lives of countless people
Whose wisdom has been preserved that the work and art of healing has continued
At Whose side stands Telesphorus that health and recovery are one in healing
Thank You for blessing the doctors, nurses, techs, and staff with knowledge, skill, care, and wisdom!
Io Asklepios! Khairete!
O Imhotep, Divine Physician
Whose words and works have blessed the world
In whose hands and heart Thoth worked good blessings
In whose mind and heart was brilliance and its blessings shared with every doctor and physician, every surgeon and assistant
O Wise Teacher, thank You, for Your lessons and writings that taught all who followed and read of You how to heal!
O Divine Physician, thank You, for your skill has blessed the harmed and sick with health and vigor!
O Divine Surgeon, thank You, for Your skill has delivered life from death!
O Supreme Magician, thank you, for Your Words and Works yet give wisdom, yet give insight, yet strive out sickness, and yet heal!
Em Hotep, Dua, Dua Neter en-ek O Imhotep!
A Prayer of Thanks in the Midst of Storms
Hail holy Thunderer, Who brings lightning and rain!
Thank You for protecting our family!
Hail holy Stormer, Who brings the winds!
Thank You for blowing the worst of the storms beyond us!
Hail holy Vaettir of Clouds, Rain, Lightning, Winds, and Hail!
Thank you for letting us get safely home and sparing our home from harm!
The #DoMagick Challenge Day 22
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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A Small Offering
I could hear the crows calling
The small cage was empty
The suet was all gone and the birds were hungry
So I laid out another offering
Peanuts for good growth and warmth in winter
A small offering that would save lives
Something shifted as I put the offering in
Shut the cage firmly and checked how it hung
It was acceptance
I hear you, landvaettir
For Nerthus
Prayer 1
Hail Holy Vanir of Fertile Fields
Whose Cart carries blessed seed and soil
to whoever’s home it visits
Hail Holy Vanir of Fertile Fields
Whose Bounty bring virility to Vanaheim
shared selflessly with kith and kin
Hail Holy Vanir of Fertile Fields
Whose Hands have graced our gardens
through Your reach, the roots grow deep
Hail Holy Vanir of Fertile Fields
Whose Body rides upon the roads;
Your veiled visage a holy Mystery
Hail Holy Vanir of Fertile Fields
Whose Ways wend to beauty and blessings,
let all live with You in good Gebo
Prayer 2
The loamy earth that welcomes the seed
The black soil that bursts with life
The tree who overgrows the bones
The ground who eats the bodies
The inundated ground that bears the rice
The sandy ground that bears the spears
The grove where the deer mate
The fields where their young are born
The ever-breathing forests
The ever-teeming swamps
The ever-eating earth
The ever-giving earth
All these things You are
Hail to you, O Nerthus!
Prayer 3
They sank down into the waters
Held down by iron grips
A sacrifice for seeing Your holy Face
They sank down into the bog
Their blood reddening the waters
A sacrifice for keeping the community clean
They were offered to You
O Holy Nerthus
That the ways between us
May be kept well
Prayers for Gefjon
Inspired by Galina Krasskova’s Agon dedicated to Gefjon, I wrote these two poems.
A Hailing Prayer to Gefjon
Hail to Gefjon, Far-seeing Goddess!
Hail to Gefjon, Who knows Her own Worth!
Hail to Gefjon, Who shapes liche and hame!
Hail to Gefjon, Who drives hard Her Oxen!
Hail to Gefjon, Who plowed and claimed Zealand!
Hail to Gefjon, Who claims Her own pleasure!
Hail to Gefjon, whose halls house the virgins!
Hail to Gefjon, Ásynja!
Hail to Gefjon, Mother of Jotnar!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Consort is Skjöldr!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Plow is Mighty!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Courses are Swift!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Lands are Fertile!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Ways are Wise!
Land-finding Prayer to Gefjon
We seek, we seek land of our own
Growing green and good
We ask Gefjon to lend us your aid
So we may settle soon!
We ask for land for orchards
We ask for land for grain
We ask for land for goat, hive, and lamb
Whose harvests shall be great!
We seek, we seek a place to build
A hof to call our own
Where we can raise a horn to You
Within our hallowed home!
