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Night Prayers

May 15, 2017 1 comment

I place my hands on the glass table

I cleanse with breath, deep in and out

I am ready

We call to the Gods of our home

We call to the Ancestors of our home

We call to the vaettir of our home

Linked together, landvaettir chaining together road and wire

Linked together, landvaettir chaining together soil and root

Linked together through vaettir of arcing power, signal, and voice

We stand together though separate

In praise of our Holy Powers

I pray

April 29, 2015 7 comments

I cannot be in Nepal, today, helping to find the trapped, the dying, or the Dead, so I offer prayers.

I cannot be in Maryland, today, marching in solidarity, tending the wounded, or listening to others’ anger, so I offer prayers.

I cannot be in so many places where injustice reigns, where anger boils, where lamentation fills the air.

So I offer prayers.

I pray for the living, who have seen tragedy heaped upon tragedy.  I pray that justice is done whether they take it or it is given.

I pray for the cities, whose spirits are full of pain at the weight of their misery.  I pray for the necessary changes that will bring justice to them, and comfort to the city spirits.

I pray for the Dead, taken in violence, whose impact shakes their communities.  I pray that They are remembered, and that They are honored.

May the Gods, Ancestors, and vaettir be with them all.  Ves heil.

Sigyn Project: Day 26

February 28, 2013 Leave a comment

The wolf tore the tender flesh

Madness gripped unbidden

and Death rode within the Child

Whose Godly life was taken

 

The madness gripped the Wolf

and He snapped and snarled and howled

By magic Odin fettered Him

Mind and form befouled

 

He knew not what He did

He only knew that when

He ripped His Brother’s stomach out

His madness would not end

 

How come we to this pain?

How come we to this wrong?

How come we to the cave?

In which You have served so long?

 

For pain exacts its own price

in wrath will have revenge

and in a Father’s loving lost

Comes the Worlds’ own End

 

You stand before the doom

of all that once was full of Life

You stand with bowl upraised

a weeping Witness and a Wife

 

Succor, I pray to Your pain

and to Your Family too

But not prayer nor power can take away

The wrong done unto You

 

Oh Gods, hear my prayer!

My little mortal cry

May it pierce the depths of Helheim’s Gates

and pierce great Asgard’s sky!

 

Peace oh peace! Peace!

I pray, with fervent lips aloft

For I can feel the Battle coming

And it is not far off

 

Great Jord She shakes in agony

with Loki in Her bones

His thrashing wounds Her heart and soul

Sigyn, She stands alone

 

Ever-faithful Lady

indomitable and unbowed

Hail to Your Holy Duty

To the thrashing Serpent-Crowned

 

Hail to You Holy Mother

May frith be offering,

That no other may know the loss You bear

or know Your suffering

 

E is for Electricity: The Pagan Blog Project

March 3, 2012 4 comments

About half an hour or so ago, power in our neighborhood died.  We were plunged into darkness.  We scrambled around for a little while, grabbing cellphones and flashlights.  As I grabbed a white candle, I paused and thought about what life would be like without cheap energy.  If life was like this all the time.  How I relied so deeply on cheap, abundant energy for school, leisure, and work.  What would I do if this all ended?

 

I do not have answers to that right yet.  I will be going for an M.A. in Counseling come next year, if everything goes well.  I am not sure how to make it work without electricity at the moment.  Perhaps I will have space in an office powered by solar panels.  Perhaps things will be okay for a few years in the future, enough for me to get established in a community, practice, or other space.

Many talents that I have lay in areas powered by electricity, such as my photography and graphic design.  I am more efficient at typing than handwriting, and I tend to do touch-ups on my drawings digitally.  I keep in contact with my friends and family through my cell phone and computer.  I pray with my son, who does not live with me, over the phone.  I keep in contact with my spiritual community through Facebook, IMs, and of course, WordPress.  If electricity were to vanish I would lose a lot of really important connections.

I am grateful for electricity.  I have access to countless sources of information because of it.  I have access to resources such as permaculture and organic gardening due to electricity.  I know so much about my Gods’ myths and legends because of electricity.  You can read this because of electricity.  I can see responses because of it.  The things electricity allows me to do are really blessings, something I will try to remember each day, and not just when the lights go out.

Cry to the Ancestors

December 11, 2011 Leave a comment

Oh Ancestors, grant me a tongue that I might speak your words!

Oh Ancestors, grant me hands that I might build up your foundations!

Oh Ancestors, grant me feet that I may stand tall in your ways!

Oh Ancestors, grant me eyes that I may see your path!

Oh Ancestors, grant me words that I may speak to your children!

Oh Ancestors, grant me a voice that I may sing your songs!

Oh Ancestors, grant me a blessing that my soul be ready!

Oh Ancestors, grant me ways that I might reach you!

Oh Ancestors, grant me your Presence that I may know you!

Oh Ancestors!

Ancestors!

Ancestors!

Bless this life you have given me!

Bless this time in which I walk!

Bless this form in which I live!

Blessings to you, Ancestors!

Ancestors!

Ancestors!

Ancestors!

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