Patreon Song/Poem/Prayer 10 -For Týr

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Your quiet countenance takes in the court

Machinations and movements laid bare

Like the sword and spear you wield

Truth cuts through and carves its path

 

Weregild and woe You witness

Wrong repaid and recompense made

Speech You give to the good heart

Who makes clear their case

 

Resolute, You are revered by the lawgiver

Honorable, You are worshiped by warriors

Gentle, You are requested by the wronged

Fierce, You are hailed in the holmgang

 

Your sacrifice saved the Nine Worlds

Your hand for Fenris given as gift for gift

Hýmir and Óðinn’s holy Son

May hails ever be heard by You

Visions of Dionysus

Strange dreams heralded Your coming

Intense, vivid, real

Ivy and mead, yes, but more:

Drums in the distance, heavy and echoing

Spears and swords gleamed

Fangs shone

Something deeper and darker

Slather and blood dripped

Grinning

You stir them up

Drinking

Dancing

Howling

At first I cannot follow your footsteps

I cannot follow your rhythm

I cannot dance with you

I am too afraid

You stir them up with that bestial grin

That snapping of teeth and pawing the earth

That thudding of Your thyrsus

You stir them up with that roar

That shaking of Your body

That unbridled ferocity

You stir them up

You stir them up

You stir them up

How can I do other than follow my soul

As it leads me to dance

As it leads me to release

As it leads me to rage

Your wolfish grin invites

The forest unfolding

Come and be who you are

Io! Io! Io!

O Enualios!

O Holy Wild One!

O Dionysus!

The #DoMagick Challenge Day 19

Ehwaz

Ehwaz (Wikimedia Commons)

Today I did galdr with Ehwaz.

I cleansed myself with Sacred Fire, and settled into the work tonight.  I could feel the weight of not having done the work yesterday.  I worked a double on very little sleep and bedded down as soon as I got home.  I am glad I made the decision not to double up on days where I miss.  I just get back on the proverbial horse and ride again.  I found it hard to concentrate today.   To work against random images and distracting thoughts more breathwork got me through, combined with fully engaging in the galdr as I usually do, falling into the galdr, letting it drive out all else.

In the first round of galdr’s first part I was a horse, running.  Just experiencing running with hooves beneath me on a wide plain.  The next part I was a wolf running in forested plains.  Then, I was a horse yet again, but this time I had a rider.  None of these were disjointed from each other.  With the galdring of Ehwaz I just…experienced it as natural as breathing.

In the second round of galdr I was being ridden for a purpose.  A young man, about 13 years old, rode me with a leather bag around him.  We were delivering messages.  Then, in the second part of the round, I galdred and had a flood of images all related to messages and communication hit me at once.  Emails flashed across my eyes, IMs and texts, then words scrawled on a page and delivered between hands.  Codes slapped out on Morse devices and turned into light.  Acronyms and codes that required certain knowledge to read.  Seals and occult symbols, sigils, bindrunes, and so much more.  It was a flood of information.  Then, for a moment, I saw myself as I was, sitting on the ground with pillows beneath me, breathing deep with Ehwaz before me, floating above the candle flame, my eyes shut.  Then I fell into my deep breathing and everything was dark as I prepared for the next part of the round.  In the last part of this round, I galdred, and I heard a horse neighing, a plane overhead, and felt my feet tread the Earth.  I felt myself become an eagle and soar overhead.  Again, I became a horse carrying messages through different ages, wars especially prominent this time.  Hermod on Sleipnir at one point I saw in clarity.  When I returned to my body everything was dark.  I blinked a few times in the candlelight, and did deep breathing to get ready for the next round.

The last round of galdr repeated many of the images and sensations previous to this round, especially becoming a horse, an eagle, and a wolf.  In these forms I went to many places in the Nine Worlds.  I returned home safely.

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.  Now, for some sleep

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

#DoMagick

Opening Prayer for Episode 43 of The Jaguar and the Owl

I wrote this prayer for the opening of Episode 43 for The Jaguar and the Owl.  For PSVL’s recap of the episode, look here.
The Jaguar and the Owl can be found here.
Episode 43 can be found here.

Kvasir’s blood builds | within the poet’s mouth
Bursts forth with praise | to sky, soil, and sea
Gushes forth with foam | a font of Mimir’s well
Poured out upon the Tree

Surt’s Gift builds warm | within the stone heart
Blesses lodge with smoke | to sky, soil, and sea
Carries the recels | as Muspel’s hearth
Pours smoke out upon the Tree

The wolf-priest comes | a wineskin in hand
Whose words travel far | over sky, soil, and sea
Let all heed their cup | Kvasir’s blood travels long
To be poured upon the Tree

Odin Project: Day 1

Inspired by Galina Krasskova, I will also be devoting the month of November to writing to the Allfather each day.

This first piece is written after the style of the Havamal and details an exchange when He brought me to Him.

Upon the mountain | a challenge given

Plucked the eye freely offered

Orb formed of Your flesh | pressed firmly deep

Waking the wolf within