Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 74: For Chamomile

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This request was made by Maleck for Chamomile.

Hail Chamomile

Whose scent is warm and sweet

Whose taste is cozy and inviting

Whose touch is tender and kind

Hail Chamomile

Who eases nerves

Who brings peace

Who brings sleep

Hail Chamomile

Whose name is Baldsbrá and earth apple

Whose flowers bloom white and yellow

Whose body is green and soft

Hail Chamomile

Who soothes spirits

Who smoothes conversation

Who relaxes the mind

Hail Chamomile

Who opens the ways of communication

Who eases the souls for travel

Who heals and helps the spirits’ recovery

Blessed Chamomile, help me to know peace

Blessed Chamomile, help me to listen and be heard

Blessed Chamomile, thank You for Your every gift

May good Gebo always be between us!

Ves Þú heil!

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 70: For Freyr Victorious

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This request was made by Maleck for Freyr, returning victorious from the Mound.

The roads of Hel are known to me

Over the Bridge and through forest and field

I walk with the knowledge of ancient paths

Tread by my blood-soaked feet

The ways between are trod in silence

Vitality in each step, and life springing forth

I walk and life returns in my steps from Death

Antler swaying on a cord at my side

Helheim’s lands roll up to the frozen ground

Ice stretches beyond the horizons and snow blankets all

I walk and little mosses grace my passing

Steam cleansing my warming corpse

Fire graces my bare chest and plants warm kisses

Nerves and sinew stretch and reach and sigh

I walk and ashes cling to my steps

My fingers grace dark wood that breathes new life

The noiseless yawn moves the air

Potential and nothing settle peace in my heart and mind

I walk between a roiling river and the liminal breath

My path winding about the current’s course

The deep dark earth welcomes my journey

Singing picks and voices accompany my torchlit steps

I walk by and see the forges and yards of mighty crafters

Passing, my gaze full of witness to glory and might

Forests line the mouth’s exit

Silvery voices welcome me home and bid me stay

I walk in silence, refusal spoken in my stride

My hof’s door left open for my return

Trackless woods and deep valleys invite me

Animals saunter and monsters track my way

I walk without fear among the Jötnar home

For my gifts bring peace and life to Them as well

Fields of wheat wave in greeting to me

Orchards and lakes and sagging bushes thank my passing

I walk in fertile places that I have renewed

My birthplace heralds my passage and bids me return

The peaks of homes kiss the clouds and the walls open their arms

Work and war clash around my ears, familiar calls ring out

I walk unbound in the halls and gaze upon the seeing seat

Memories follow me on the rainbow road

The expanse of Jörð invites me, finally

The blood-stained sickle gripped in my wet-eyed wife’s hand

I walk and lie in the mound She has made and breathe

Reborn and victorious I rise again

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 67: For Safe Travels

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This request was made by Emi for Safe Travels.

Blessed Earth and blessed ground

Walking beneath my feet

Rolling beneath my tires

Hold me up, hold me up

Bless my journey

Blessed vaettir all around

Walking with me

Journeying around me

Know me, oh know me

Blessing each others’ ways

Blessed Gods of traveling

Watching me

Guiding me

Help me, oh help me

Safely finding my way

Blessed Ancestors who wandered

Wandering with me

Protecting me

Guide me, oh guide me

Coming home in joy

Blessed walkers and road-wise

Crossing paths with me

Seeing me

Speak with me, oh speak with me

Sharing wisdom and stories

Blessed keepers and sentinels

Guarding the roads and passages

Watching me

Sheltering me

Bless me, oh bless me

Securing the journey I make

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 66: For The Pack

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This request was made by Maleck for The Pack.

We are countless billions of voices

Canidae, Wolf, Dog

Jackal, Coyote, Fox

Pup, Juvenile, Adult

We are the Ones who found your first Fires

Our first shared Ancestors

We are the proud guard and misshapen pets

We are the ‘yotes living on the fringes and dark places of your cities

We are the haunters of graves and crossroads

We are the salvation of humanity and we are its outstretched hands

We are feared and beloved

We are hunters and warriors

We are carriers and seekers

We are predator and sentinel of prey

We are the snapping jaws

We are the slathering tongues

We are the steady paws

We are the howling maw

We are Magic

We are of the Wild Hunt

We are beloved of Gods

We are Gods

We are Ancestors

We are Spirits

We are Ancient and New

We are Many and Whole

We ARE The Pack

Patreon Topic 62: On Writing Prayers for the Pack Spirits

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From Maleck comes this topic:

“What has it been like, writing these prayers for the Pack Spirits?”

It has been interesting, that is for sure. It is like….touching something, Beings, who are so close and yet are far away. It is being invited into Them and They into me. When I do sacred poetry I do cleansing, grounding, centering, and shielding. Sometimes I am guided to certain songs by Whoever I am writing for, and sometimes I write in silence. Sometimes I get imagery and visual experiences that makes it into the poetry, sometimes I get feelings, sometimes I get full-body experiences, sometimes I get words, smells, sensations, and other times just a fierce, bone-deep knowing that this, this is what I have to write.

The Pack Spirits are quite close in terms of proximity but far away because I am not initiated, nor do I think that is in my wheelhouse for this lifetime. Yet there is…something there. There is connection and power, a fierce connection that I make every time I interact with one of the great Pack Spirits. There is a depth of feeling that goes into my soul and yet there is something held back. I am touching the periphery and yet I am delving deep, and that thing holding me back from fully grasping Them that also makes doing this poetry so fascinating and powerful for me is that lack of initiation.

My most recent experience with Hunter, Will Made Manifest was a full-spirit experience. He took me with Him on a Hunt, on a Hunt where we were separate and one. I was the Pack and the Wolves, I was the Hunter, and I was the Prey. Now, the line “I am the Prey’s End and Beginning” originally read “I am the Prey” but it was not right and I had to look back to my experience of Hunter to realize why. Prey is something Else and Other, part of the sacred cycle but not Hunter Itself. Mainfestly needed but also necessarily not Hunter. I felt the loping as the Hunt began, felt my lungs expand, the snarl of excitement, felt felt felt. I was. In a very real sense my sacred poem, prayers, and songs invite me into union with Gods, Ancestors, and/or vaettir I may not otherwise have the call to, and with these Spirits Who are present but to whom I am not initiated They have a powerful pull.

It has been…experiences…writing for the Pack Spirits. It has been interesting, insightful, powerful, beautiful, and familiar while also being distant. The contrast between familiarity and distance has been fascinating. In a very real sense the Mysteries of these Spirits keeps Themselves because without that inititation there are things that I cannot reach, and yet because I do not have that initiation there are thins I can reach to, express, understand, and share that initiates just…cannot. It is fascinating. It is a privelege. It is good.

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 61: For the Honeybees

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This request was made by Emi for the Honeybees.

Flowers reach out to you in a riot of color

Asking you to dance and roll

Asking you to rest in petals

Returning laden, home

The buzz and dance

Droning rhythm

of Home

Home

Where honey ages

The caps full and fermenting

The children grow and shift and spring forth

Their movements and wings filling the air with song

Growing in the mothers’ patient care, the generations rise

Some to guard, some to forage, some to breed, and some to rule

How good it would be if we humbled ourselves

Knowing, by your work we live and eat

That your labor brings sweetness

To all you bless with bearing

Flower and orchard blooms

Life breathes deep

Our Home

Home

A million living miracles

Brought forth by your multitudes

Life in all its striking colors and shapes

Honey and mead, apples and cider, grape and wine

Blessed by your ever-blessed dance, your ever-blessed work

May you ever be thanked, ever-hailed, ever-honored, ever-loved

I Thank You, Ancestors

I thank You, Ancestors

For all my Siblings

For all my Brothers

For all my Sisters

For all my Kyn

Ancestors by Blood and Bone

Ancestors by Adoption

Ancestors by Lineage

Ancestors by Spirit

Disir

Fedrar

Ergi

þverr

Thank You for Life

Thank You for Your Blessings

Thank You for Your Protection

Thank You for Your Power

Thank You for Your Healing

Thank You for Your Wisdom

Thank You for Your Guidance

Thank You for Your Connections

Thank You for Your Love

Hail to You All

Ves þu heil!

A Plea in Time of COVID-19

Hail Eir and Menglöð!

Lady of Ásgarðr

Lady of Lyfjaberg

Whose hands heal, whose wisdom remedies, whose medicines recover

Whose knowledge is peerless, whose expertise is matchless, whose experience is endless

Hail to You, O Holy Ones!

Healing Goddesses!

Help us to heal! Help us find remedy! Help us recover!

Bless us and those who care for us with care, compassion, and skill!

Bless us and those who care for us with worth, intelligence, and ability!

Bless us and those who care for us with grace, expertise, and victory!

As we shelter and save others, shelter and save us!

Ves vér heil!

Ves Þu heil!

Hail Eir and Menglöð!

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 Song/Poem/Prayer 15 -For Hygeia

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O Goddess of Good Health

O Aegis Against Infection

O Foe of Disease

O Holy Hygeia

May each time I wash my hands be a cleansing

Of body, mind, and spirit

May each time I bathe my body be a cleansing

Of body, mind, and spirit

May each time I don my gear

Your blessing and protection descend

May each day I mind my space

Your blessing and protection descend

Your hands are holy, O Cleansing One

May my hands be clean and cleansed

Your mouth speaks truth and wisdom, O Wise One

May my mouth be full of truth and wisdom

O Husband of Asklepios and Epione

O Sister of Panakeia and Iaso

O Companion of Aphrodite

O Opponent of Nosoi

Bless and protect the reciter of this prayer

Bless and protect the listener of this prayer

Bless and protect the beloved of those who pray to You

O Holy Hygeia