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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 to the Gods this Yule!

December 27, 2012 Leave a comment

Hail to Sunna newly risen,

Upon Jord’s Body snowdrifts glisten

Hail to Nott the star-filled Night

Where Loki’s Brand gives guidance right

Hail to Kari, North Wind bitter

Whose icey Lips the snows delivered

Hail to Surt for generous warmth

Spreading cheer before the storm

Hail to Freyr and Gerda both

Giving us the Spring of hope

Hail to Oski, great Wish-Giver

Hear our voices as we shiver!

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