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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 23

December 31, 2017 Leave a comment
Dagaz

Dagaz (Wikimedia Commons)

Today I did galdr with Dagaz.

The earplugs continue to work well alongside the ritual work and prayer I do to prepare for galdr.  I initially wondered if I should do galdr with both Dagaz and Othala.  As I prepared to do galdr with Dagaz, I let this go and just concentrated on the work with Dagaz.

In the first round of galdr I experienced the sun being pulled in its cart, Sunna guiding Her horses across the sky as I looked up.  It was like seeing Her progression with the cart throughout the year, chased by Sköll, almost being swallowed at times.  The eclipse as His jaws just start to clench over Her, and She bursts forth from them, Her horses frightened and speeding across the sky to outrun Him.  The joy of being in Her glow as She beams down, lighting the World.

In the second round of galdr, I experienced a farm bathed in sunlight.  Flowers opened to the sun as it beamed down on them, and life unfolded from petals as bees and others woke to the morning work of gathering pollen.  Birds had already filled the air with song, and grew louder as the sun rose.  Animals of all kind stirred, other rested.  Eggs were laid, hatched, and chicks grew up and themselves raised more chicks, or were taken for slaughter.  The compost grew as scraps were added to it, shrank and baked in the heat, and turned brown over the summer into winter, bits of it going into the farm to bring rich black soil to the land.

In the third round of galdr, the scene I saw switched slowly, until I was in a sacred grove of a forest.  Light beamed down into the clearing I stood in, and arched down through the trees, and illuminated me.  It was a tangible, visceral feeling of the holy as I stood there, light shining through the trees and onto the vé, the hörgr stacked high with stones as the light shined upon it.  I felt a feeling of “Yes” as I laid a cup of water on it, the light shining down into it.  Then, the scene suddenly shifted, and the last experience I had was of lighting a Sacred Fire with sunstone, beaming the concentrated light onto tinder and catching it.  I believe I was still in the grove.

When I came out of the galdr work, I did my usual prayers of thanks to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir.  I cleansed with the candle and prayed prayers of thanks to the Eldest Ancestor.  I hesitated, however.  I was not sure if, given the New Year, I should simply galdr Othala and dedicated the last seven days of this work to working through each Aett, or if  I should let Dagaz be the last galdr of this year and Othala to start the new one.  Again, I asked the Eldest Ancestor to cleanse me, and did my Fire Prayer.  I then prayed to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir for guidance.  Within a few short moments of breathing deep and communing, I knew the right thing to do was start the New Year with Othala.  The symbolism there is packed, and appropriate for the things going on in my life, my family’s life, the life of the Kindred, and my allies.  I cleansed again, thanking Fire, Rúnatýr, and the Runevaettir for working with me, and wrote this post.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 16

December 20, 2017 Leave a comment
Sowilo

Sowilo (Wikimedia Commons)

Today I did galdr with Sowilo.

I had to miss yesterday.  Between working a double shift and celebrating my birthday to turn around and head back to work after, I was beyond tired.  I was in no state to do Runework.  So, today I am picking back up with the Runes and galdr work.

I am tired tonight as well due to lack of sleep, but I am in a much more rested head state than yesterday.  I can do this.  So, I do my prayers to the Eldest Ancestor, and ask it to help me cleanse.  It feels like the Sacred Fire is eating things all around my body, my head, the Fire eating up all this gunk.  I ease into the headspace for the work, and make my prayers to Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir.

The first round of galdr brings a black screen in my vision.  Then, as the first galdr of the round goes on, Sowilo appears in white contrast, shining.  The next galdr of the Rune starts, and Sowilo doubles into the sunwheel or fylfot, and then it doubles again and again.  As the final galdr of the round starts the Runes have overlapped and combined until it is a single, great, shining sun in my vision against a screen of black.  My vision goes white as I breathe and prepare for the next round of galdr.

The second round of galdr is a vision of a scar over the lid of an eye, looking fresh.  For the first part of this round it is all I see, with the feeling of reflection and victory with it.  As I galdr again I feel warmth, and a sunbeam beams down onto me, and the garden I am standing in front of.  As I enter the last galdr I see sun on a golden field, on a white field, on a green field, on a browning field.

The third round of galdr brings with it darkness.  At first I am confused.  Why darkness again?  I breathe and do the second galdr of this round, and darkness is still largely here, though it is lightening, like sunrise peaking through, from cold to a gentle warmth just starting.  I galdred and a clash of imagery and thoughts came through my mind.  My concentration was starting to falter here, so I did a round of breathing and galdred again.  I was seeing a sunrise.  A very slow sunrise.  As I opened my eyes, I was looking into the candle flame I cleansed with.

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.  I relaxed, grabbed some water, and wrote.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

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Meeting in the Sky

October 29, 2015 2 comments

Daeg heralds Your coming

the Earth yet too warm

the Frost held at bay

Hail Sunna Sun-rider!

 

Nött’s exit is subtle

Yet full and free

You dance pale in the sky

Hail Mani Moon-rider!

 

I see You wave across the sky

Chariots pulled by horse and hound

One to the other, saluting in silence

The morning chill warmed by love

A Simple Morning Prayer with my Son

May 23, 2013 1 comment

There are plenty of ways to bring the Gods into our everyday life.  When my son and I wait for the bus we say a morning prayer.  It’s short, simple, and direct: we thank Sunna for the Sun’s light that it provides for the new day, and sometimes our warmth and/or the growth of our food, and Daeg for a new day.

First we face the East.

This is the prayer:

“Hail Sunna, Goddess of the Sun.

Hail Daeg, God of the Day.

Thank you for a new day.

Thank you for a fresh start.

Thank you, Sunna, for the warmth of the Sun.

Thank you, Daeg, for the promise of a new beginning.

Hail Sunna!  Hail Daeg!

Blessed be, and ves ðu heil!”

Then we salute with our hands pressed together at our forehead, and then bowing, with our hands over our hearts and/or solar plexus.  That’s it.  Well, we might play or tease each other, but it is a good way to get our day started.  Even if we both had a rotten morning we tend to feel a bit better if not refreshed.  He goes off to school with a prayer on his lips and primed for a good day.  I get to see my son off on the bus, and wave to him as he leaves, going to the same school I once did.  The blessings of the Gods are many, and the joy of seeing him off smiling is one I treasure.

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!

Odin Project: Day 13

November 14, 2012 Leave a comment

Keep frith hale | in trust and honor

And hold fast to friends;

No tree grows | without water or sun

So too no love or tribe

 

Keep frith hale | with those well-loved

And speak without fear;

The poison-tongued | shows his fangs

Well before the strike

 

Keep frith hale | be wary with words

And cautious in action;

The good friend | gives ear for woe

And hands in calamity

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