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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 6

December 7, 2017 Leave a comment
Kenaz

Kenaz (Wikimedia Commons)

Today, I did galdr with Kenaz.

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.  I went outside to to the galdr and got the distinct feeling that if I tried to tough it out, I would be more concentrating on that then the work with Kenaz.  So, I came back into the garage.

As I breathed in to prepare, I did not feel much.  It was not until I galdred Kenaz twice during my first round that I began to experience things.  Perhaps it was my hands warming back up to start with in the two earlier rounds.  The third galdr brought with it the small fires that our Ancestors sat around.  The small fires that cooked the meals, brought the peoples together.  Not like the need-fire of Nauðiz, no.  This was the warm fire, the welcoming fire.  This was the fire lit to bring people together and unite them.  A shared meal, a moot, a Thing.

I smoked three times to cleanse, and breathed three times before the next round of galdr.  Even my breathing sharpened; this was the ferocious, harsh, and blatantly painful.  As I galdred I experienced it: This was the fire that burned you, that ate your flesh, that cauterized.  It is the fire of pain letting you know something was wrong, inflammation, pain in your guts, heartburn, all the fiery sensations our body gives us.  It is ulcer and open wounds, it is the making of all these things on someone else.  It is the brand of illness and the brand of iron.

I smoked again to cleanse, breathed three times before the last round of galdr.  My breathing eased.  This was the fire of healing, of cleansing teas and ease of aching muscles.  This was the fire of soothing, of meditation and devotion.  It was the Fire of Muspelheim, and the Fire in my Sacred Pipe.  It was the consuming of the plants and trees so new ones could spread, and it was the dance of cleansing poi and Sacred Fires that work with us to cleanse, heal, protect, and all the incredible things Fire Itself has worked with us to do so we can be healthy, whole, prosper.  It was here I was told enough; boundaries, too.  It was the torch that set boundaries or could set them alight.  That could warm the home, or consume it.  So I did my prayers of thanks.

I did prayers and I cleaned the pipe, and thought of how Fire came first, and how each light I make, whether by matches, flint and steel, or by turning on a light-bulb, Fire presence in our lives is always there.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 5

December 5, 2017 Leave a comment
Raido

Raiðo (Wikimedia Commons)

Today I did galdr with Raiðo.

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.  Tonight it is both blustery and cold.  My mind wanders to the lands where the ancient Heathen Ancestors would have called home.

As I breathed in to prepare, three times, I felt a kind of needing to move in my legs.  Not from the cold; I actually feel far more comfortable at these colder temperatures than anything above 60°F.  A kind of wandering, or wanting to go to a place.

When I galdred Raiðo the first time, my tone was warm and loud.  I echoed across the countryside.  It’s one of the reasons I enjoy doing galdr outside: I can be quite loud without disturbing my neighbors.  As I galdred, the pipe held in my hands, there was the sensation of going somewhere, of having a destination and slowly getting there.

The cold seemed to press tighter as I smoked and breathed cleansing breaths between.  As I prepared to galdr I could feel, hear the march of feet around me.  Bracing against the cold and marching on.  Determination.  A war march.  I galdred and it seemed that I was marching alongside them, and who they were changed.  At times I heard leather soles and chain mail, others gear in webbing and the soft sound of boots on grass.

The next round of galdr my first came out guttural, fierce, and I felt the march quicken, the destination coming nearer, the steps quickening.  Excitement and anticipation as the gap is closed.  More, though: the destination that one has worked so hard, built up so many resources, done so much planning is in sight.  Relief, joy, fierce pride in having made it to where you need to be.  The next part of the round of galdr, and my voice came out high.  I felt called to turn my gaze up to Mani.  The carts of the heavens, the every-turning wheels that make night, day, that make the days and nights of all the Worlds, that blanket of darkness that is Nött, Nött’s gift, with all those burning stars and the Star People.  The last part of the last round was low, deep, the echoes of all the feet in the long journeys so many have taken that I could be here.  The Diaspora, the Migrations, the Journeys of countless Ancestors on countless feet on countless soils and here I am walking on my own.

It was then the cold got too much, and I felt I had to seek a new destination: warmth inside.  In the garage I cleansed and purified myself as I had the previous nights, thanking Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir for deepening our connection and our relationship.  As I cleaned out my pipe and came back to normal headspace, I thought about all the journeys that had gotten me here, and where I was planning on our family heading to next.  The wheels that take us here and there, and the work needed for us to move into the next stage of our life.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

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Telling

October 23, 2015 6 comments

I remember the words of my Elder:

Each telling you are creating the World anew.

 

Words have power, raw magic, refined magic

However they slide up the throat along

the shuddering chords

 

They seize ahold of us through the ears, the eyes

hold us because through them

we hold You, us, Worlds, Ancestors, vaettir

 

The whole body hears and feels

The cold pit in the stomach, the sweat on the brow, the widened eyes, fear,

The heat, creased forehead, gritted teeth, rage

 

Words crush the soul

Revive a religion

End lives

 

Join us to one another

Heal us

Make us

 

Tribe

Family

Connection

 

Death

Life

Balance

 

Fire

Ice

Ginunngagap

 

The telling creates the Worlds anew.

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