Laguz (Wikimedia Commons)
Today I did galdr with Laguz.
Unlike other days where I had to contend with mental chatter, today I put in earplugs. They worked fairly effectively; all I could hear was my own breathing and speaking as I made the Fire Prayer and cleansed with Fire.
In the first round of galdr I was back at the shores of Lake Michigan and especially Lake Superior. I was galdring Laguz over the waters as I had when our family took our vacation/pilgrimage two years ago. I was placing my head in the waters once again, and I could feel the blessings and cleansings of the two Lakes wash over me again in that space. I stood on the shore and sang to the waters. Then, in the last part of the round, I saw the fish of the Great Lakes. There was a fish in my hands, on my spear, on my line. One after another, the great fish of this place looking up at me as I prayed over them, asking for their wisdom and thanking them for the gift of their bodies.
In the second round of galdr I was on a lighthouse and making sure the light could shine out to the ships out in the Lakes. I believe I was on Lake Superior given the immensity of the waves. It was not oceanfront, that I knew. In the next part of the round I was on the dock as great ships put into harbor. Here was an oceanfront, bustling with business. As with the fish, I went through a few eras. The dock of an ancient German town, the dock of Ellis Island as my Great Grandfather came off the boat from the Netherlands, the dock of what I believe is Detroit bringing in a ship to drop off cargo.
In the third round of galdr the waves crested and broke. I was in them. Was them. Tide was coming in, going out, and the vastness of waters was in me and I was in them. I sloshed on the waves as I made landfall. I was suddenly in a procession, a wagon behind us being pulled by oxen, draped with a white sheet. Then I was in a canoe, paddling in a small lake at an old family gathering. We brought the canoe aground and Dad hoisted it back to where we rented it. Then the ocean and the waves, mermaids and so many Beings filling its waters. The Great Lakes and the mermaids and so many Beings filling Their waters. The last of the connective galdr I remember was Lake Superior again, and the waves lapping around my feet as I knelt in Her Waters.
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.
Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.
Again, I want to thank P. Sufenas Virius Lupus for asking me to write this. This prayer is for Polydeukion, and it was first said before His bust in the Kelsey Museum in Ann Arbor, Michigan at the start of the Festival of the Trophimoi and Treiskouroi at PSVL’s request.
Hero of Herodes, Herodes’ Son,
Youthful One, Watcher of the Baths,
Overseer of Games
Whose eyes shine in blessings,
Whose body is strength and vigor
Whose hands and speech do honor unto the Gods’
Oh Roman Knight!
Let us never forget the Wisdom of Youth.
Let us remember the brightness of intellect is kindled and tended well in the soul, the heart, and the mind of every youth.
I want to thank P. Sufenas Virius Lupus for asking me to write this and the prayer that is forthcoming for Polydeukion. While I do not actively worship either of these Holy Powers as of yet, it has given me a new window into how we can cross between our religious communities, come to understand one another’s Gods, Heroes, Ancestors, and spirits, and give good honor to Them and one another. This, this is an aspect of interfaith/intrafaith work that any polytheist can come to. Thank you Sannion, for helping to inspire this exchange! I invite any of my readers who wish to do this as well, especially if you wish to share devotional cycles with one another, even if we are coming at this from completely different pantheons, to step through the door and share your devotion with me and I with you. If you do, please, let me know taboos, offerings, and so on that is important to living in good Gebo with your God(s), Heroes, Ancestors, and/or spirits so I do not give offense in offering.
Most-loved of Hadrian,
Whose lips sealed love in an Emperor,
Whose arms took up his care,
Whose feet walked in holiness,
Whose life is exulted in stone and verse,
Whose body sank into Sacred Waters,
Whose soul was lifted in holiness
O Antinous, hear my prayer,
Who is and lives in the House of Osiris
Whose body is clad in green and life
Whose eyes see the Dead,
Whose lips speak love and comfort to the Dead,
Whose arms soothe the Dead,
Whose feet are planted deep in the womb of the World,
May the Dead who loved, who lost, who suffered
May the Dead who were denied their love and joy and lust,
May all find comfort before You in Your Home,
O holy Antinous!