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A Prayer of Thanks in the Midst of Storms

July 26, 2018 Leave a comment

Hail holy Thunderer, Who brings lightning and rain!
Thank You for protecting our family!

Hail holy Stormer, Who brings the winds!
Thank You for blowing the worst of the storms beyond us!

Hail holy Vaettir of Clouds, Rain, Lightning, Winds, and Hail!
Thank you for letting us get safely home and sparing our home from harm!

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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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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 4

December 5, 2017 Leave a comment
Ansuz

Ansuz (Wikimedia Commons

Today I did galdr with Ansuz.

As before, I smoked Großmutter Una to cleanse and prepare myself.  Tonight it was a little less chilly than yesterday.  What proved challenging was how blustery it was.  Entirely appropriate for working with this Rune!

When I breathed in after the cleansing and opening prayers, what I felt was cleanness.  Cleanness of breath, a feeling that grew in me as I prepared to galdr.  When I galdred the first three times, my voice was high.  That feeling of clean, of cleansing, washed over me like the wind blowing through my hair.  I felt neither happy nor sad, nothing except this feeling of here and clean as I smoked my pipe and sat in the feeling of Ansuz’s presence.

The second round of galdr brought feelings of the use of voice, to shape and to bend, to work and to do.  My voice had taken on a kind of…golden tone, lacking better terms to describe it.  How the wind blew around the trees to make them dance to wind’s will.  How it blew through me and I could cover myself up from it, block it to some degree, but I was still responding to the wind.  How song could uplift and also destroy, how words could raise a people’s spirits or wreak havoc with a few whispers.

The third round of galdr came from me far more guttural, deep in my throat, vibrating.  Ansuz came from me very bass, commanding, rhythmic, drawing me in.  I swayed with it as I galdred, and I felt my body move with it, and I am sure if I had paper or keyboard nearby I would have wrote, or put my hands to wood and shaped it, to leather and made something.  It was inspiration and it was magic, it was poetry to give form and to shape.

Now generally I stop galdring after three rounds, but Ansuz told me to do a fourth, so I did.  This time I, we swayed and I sang Ansuz’s name using a combination of all the three galdr before it, sometimes rhythmically and other times without, rising and falling in voice, in and out of the guttural galdr.  I danced in place, singing Ansuz, and I ended with sharp cries of Its name, and I felt my voice carry power in it.  When I was done, I felt the meditation ended, and did my closing prayers, and cleansed.

As before, I spent time coming back into normal headspace after cleansing by cleaning out my pipe.  I will be grabbing something to eat and drink, too, to ground a bit more.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

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