Valarie Wright

§cholar & §eer . Åuthor & Årtist . §eiðu & §haman

VVeaving VVeal

On a seidr/magic facebook page I am on, someone asked: “Anyone ever heal their self, like really heal something like cancer? Ever wish you could selectively disable parts of your body to work differently? If so, what would be different? Have you? If so, how and with what results?

I replied, “Seidfolk should know how to arrange their DNA.

And the mob lost their minds.

All too often people focus external: ‘casting a circle’, ‘being ridden by a god’, ‘calling a (fill-in-the-blank)’. For me, there is a perfectly viable external template that is a reflection of what is internal (or maybe, it’s vice versa) .. either way, it’s a workable paradigm given to us by our Altmag, so part of our spiritual being.

First, there is The Wheel.
This mirrors our interior landscape.

Second is The Tree.
This too mirrors our interior landscape.

Third, there are The Norns, The Weavers Three.
And yes, this too mirrors our interior being.

Every living thing on this planet moves – either gently or forcefully – with the tides. However, many humans live outside of nature; or perhaps, its better said that they live isolated from nature.

Likewise, the Tree could be used as a metaphor of our body: Trunk and trunk; Roots and veins, arteries; Branches and muscles, bone.

Then there are the Nornir .. ever at work, applying White Clay .. Spinning, Weaving, Cutting.

The Wheel that one may create, as a permanent feature, is likewise spun, woven, and cut. In turn, these actions allow us to align our physical, mental (emotional and intellectual), and spiritual s/Self to n/Nature. In turn, one could change their life.

We all change our clothes, change our attitude, change our mind, change our living conditions, so why not change deeper things? Why not change from sickness to health, from cancer to vibrancy?

Why not sit within your establish Fastness, in your personal space – that has been re-woven from Solstice to Harvest – and spin wellness? Why not create or bring to you that which you most desire for yourself or others? Are you not a Seidbearer?

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“Spider Woman” by Susan Seddon Boulet

Ųnknown Ǥod – Ħowler

The Lady is dead.

I drowned Her with my own hands ..
The same hands I use to heal, and pull runes from the Well.

I held Her down. She did not struggle.
As I watched the air escape Her body, her limbs go limp,
The Lord watched over and about me ..
Swirling as dark cloud and mist.

I think She is born old; not as the wiccans say, as ‘virgin’.
She is born from fire at Disting, rising from His ash,
as a white haired, blue-skinned, rust-eyed Gygjar.

She does, however, become young in Spring,
as Hausos – the Shining Dawn

At Summer She becomes Aine,
the Ruler and Refuser of One’s might to rule.
In this form, She flows through my veins ..
The White Swan of Lough Gur.

In this form, as Cnoc Aine,
and its Underworld entrance, She dies ..
Into The Water She Must Return.

As She drowned, churning grey clouds shed tears that swell rivers
That succumb to murmers of thundering skies upon shortened days.

Her voice lingers on warm breeze and dry rusted leaves,
Upon autumn apples that sway upon moist winds.
So it is that one last rite I give to Her:
‘South Wind warm and calm .. Remember!
North Wind subdue harsh storm to come!
West Wind hearth fire burn illness .. and
East Wind remove every unclean thing!’

Lord comes! Howler!

And the trees awoke and knew him,
And the wild things gathered to him,
As he sang amid the broken
Glens his music manifold

Ruddy He comes! Lurking in shadow,
Lingering in darkness no more!
Fierce One! Wild Man! Unknown God!

And so, as the prophet before me, I cry:

Once more, as I tread the Wheel,
I direct my gaze forward.
In terror I lift my Healing Hands
To Thee, then rush towards You.
To He who simmers in my heart ..
To you I blood these stones.
So that, at all times,
Your voice would call me again,
To forever write Your Wyrd –
As fire burns flesh – upon my soul.
I am Yours, even as I dwell among unbelievers,
I am fettered to Thee, Unknown One.
Rage through my life as a storm!
Rage through my life as a storm!

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VVölu VVilmæli

“Being mind-sick and anxious, self-counseled thrall, Völva’s good words,
slain newly fallen, their brother’s killer – although met upon the road,
a house half-burnt, a horse too swift – that stallion un-usable if one foot broken.
Watchful men are safe, before believing in all these.
-Havamal 87, Wright translation

völu vilmæli / Volva, and, kind words, good will

Why would one need-be watchful of a Volva’s kind words?

What might does a Volva’s word – even kind or fortunate – have on an individual? Perhaps, the unwise man would be easily swayed, and so manipulated to carry-out the Volva’s words; perhaps a man middle-wise would change his decision and so find himself off course.

None are more taken in by flattery than the proud,
who wish to be the first and are not.
-Benedict de Spinoza, 1600s

Tis an old maxim in the schools, that flattery’s the food of fools;
Yet now and then your men of wit will condescend to take a bit.
-Jonathan Swift, 1700s

A fool flatters himself, a wise man flatters the fool.
-Edward Bulwer Lytton, 1800s

From the beginning of this book, my stance has been that Har took the Hero’s Journey, and in so doing, became Wodan. Namely, not one easily effected by the words of another (or daily life circumstance). Having grown through experience – enough to be unfettered by flattery, and so stand as a free man – unswayed by the thoughts of others, Wodan became a god among men. Rising above all others, via example, as Hero’s do, he become the Ubermensch. (Reference verses: 6, 8, 9, 18, 20, 22, 73, and all the ‘unwise’ verses.)

In that many Americans are raised with a Judao-Christian environment (familiar or societal), their subtle programming is brought into question when they begin to identify as Germanic Pagans. Moreso when they delve deep into the Lore; for throughout the Eddas and Sagas, Immrama and Lebor Gabála Érenn, the Book of Veles and Kalevala – one encounters the perennial question: ‘Is freedom compatible with the intervention and foreknowledge of the gods?’ Or, ‘Do the Norns shape the life of all men from birth, or does one have a choice in weaving their own thread?’ Or, ‘What demarcates the herd from the herder?’”
-exerpt, Havamal: The Language of Being (forthcoming)

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Bottom photo: Spells of Infinity



Эlder Ƒorebears

“Both the Völva and Vitki, as skilled Seið practitioners, are mentioned in a singular galdr with Jötuns:

Iotnar allar fra Aurgelmir komnir. Jötuns all from Aurgelmir come.

What participation, if any, does Seið have with Jötunic energy or origins?

In our beginnings, in our origin lore: There was Ginnunga-gap, the Great Screaming Void, and from this might-filled cauldron of creation, there sprung the Old Ones, the First Ones, who are called High Mountain and Dark Forest, who were known as Fruitful Earth and Natural Law, who were called Endless Sea and Starry Sky, Fiery Volcano and Rising Storm. One is called Sun, and Moon another. Time, one is called, and No-Time, another.

Jötuns are the Elder Forebears. Where the Aesir sought to overpower them, the Vanir sought to bed them. As a Vitki, Wodan extends great energy in the wooing and bedding of the beautiful Gýgjar, such as Gunnloð, Rinda and Billingslaf – Jötunic woman of incredible Seið might. From each, Wodan gained great wisdom: one is a protectress of the Skaldic Mead, another, the Mother of Baldr’s Slayer, and the third, the love of spiritual truth (respectively).

As the Eldritch, Jötuns were sought after for their Seið – their powerful magic. So too does the wise Vitki and Völva do the same; however, this is not an embrace of destructive or chaotic energy, though that may be utilized, but the search for that which strengthens the Folksoul through connectivity with the All.”

Old Europe’s Seið-Bearers: Their Mythic Origins and Lineage, essay (forthcoming)

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Picture Above: Kroda, album cover

ℭompanion Ѵerses

Lineage is best to reveal the road a man should go towards –
and understand the greatness of his mind.
Better good fortune and esteem in an unknown place –
than a man should be wretched.

Lineage is best to reveal the road a man should go towards –
and understand the greatness of his mind.
The worse traveling provision he can maintain
on the road is a steady indulgence in ale.
-Havamal 10 and 11

“These are the first companion verses (a term I coined to feature two verses that share an opening line; as opposed to an entire section, like the “unwise verses”). These verses are not quite Galdr, but their alliteration-heavy words certainly draw ones attention towards Galdr. As such, I’ve taken to deciphering them Runically, with successful results. In this case, the companion verses mention ‘lineage’ – literally *byrði, which has two meanings: “birth, descent; lineage”, and “board side of a ship” (verse 49 also mentions lineage). In all, throughout Hávamál, this is the first of eight references/metaphors to ships.

From a cultural perspective, there are numerous historical references to the cradleboard, where a child was swaddled, and to burial-boards being used in death rites (3). Freely considering the ship imagery on runestones and carved on wooden objects at burial sites, the board as lineage could easily be representative of life’s journey from cradle to grave – born upon a ship’s board, perhaps as a solar symbol (akin to the Sun Chariot). Otherwise, the advice given in this verse ties in to the ‘well-off’ verses (above); namely, that good fortune and esteem are traveling companions.

If verses 10 and 11 were combined, they would read:

Lineage is best to reveal the road a man should go towards –
and understand the greatness of his mind.
Better good fortune and esteem in an unknown place –
than a man should be wretched.
The worse traveling provision he can maintain
on the road is a steady indulgence in ale.

Again, these tightly controlled alliterations compose an expression which linguists consider ‘formulaic’; and in this case, making it a Galdr. The performed parallelism here is focused on “B” and “V” (4):

Byrði betri / ber-at maður brautu að
en sé mannvit mikið.
Vegnest verra / vegur-a hann velli að
en sé ofdrykkja öls.
Runically then, this verse could be rendered:
B B / B M B A
V V / V H V A

Deciphered Seiðwise (using the runes to interpret this verse), the strophe would read:

The Truth of Man’s Creativity is to grow from Man to Ubermensch
This is Man’s Natural Flow of Evolution
Patience and Discipline, Focus and Valor are His Protection
The Conscious Current that will guide Him to his Ancestors –
his Primal Home.

This interpretation matches the Old Norse to English intent in both verses; namely, that man’s lineage is greatness of mind (Hoher Muot), not peasant-mindedness. Ultimately, the reader will decide the Runic interpretation (if any). In any event, the Tivar are not known to reward those who stay at home, but those who seek adventure and fame. Which, as frequently shown in the Lore, is not just the acquisition of wealth and reputation but of knowledge, and so by extension, wisdom.”

-Valarie Wright, Havamal: The Language of Being, excerpt (forthcoming)

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volva striga

You are aware of only one unrest;
Oh, never learn to know the other!
Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast,
And one is striving to forsake its brother.
Unto the world in grossly loving zest,
With clinging tendrils, one adheres;
The other rises forcibly in quest
Of rarefied ancestral spheres.
If there be spirits in the air
That hold their sway between the earth and sky,
Descend out of the golden vapors there
And sweep me into iridescent life.
Oh, came a magic cloak into my hands
To carry me to distant lands,
I should not trade it for the choicest gown,
Nor for the cloak and garments of the crown.
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, ‘Faust’, First Part

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Photo Top: Karolina Ryvolova

Photo Bottom: My highbank circle

Ħail Дay!

Hail Day! Hail Day’s Sons!
Hail Night, and Her Daughters!
Look upon us with kindred eyes,
And grant us Might all our long years!
-modified to create galdr, by V. Wright

That the Caledonians paid a superstitious respect to
the sun, as was the practice among many other nations,
is evident, not only by the sacrifice at Baltein,
but upon many others occasions. When a Highlander
went to bathe, or to drink waters out of a consecrated fountain,
he must always approach by going round the place from
East to West on the South side, in imitation of the apparent
diurnal motion of the sun. This is called in Gaelic
going round the right or the lucky way. The opposite
course is taken on those times when the Moon is
perceived to be in greater influence.
-David Crantz, History of Greenland, 1723 CE

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Art by Fidus




Yet another reason why Seidr is no longer upheld among Heathens today ..

In Western fairy tales, legends, and myths, the sorcerer is predominantly
associated with the dark side of magic. Similarly, in uprooted tribal cultures
that have lost the wisdom of tradition and their conection to the natural cosmos,
black magic takes the upper hand, while white magic, the healer,
and the religious leader are being wiped out.
-Holger Kalweit

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Picture, above

Ƒolk Ӎother

Under all circumstances the Folk Mother
must take care that her children, that is,
Frya’s folk, shall remain as frithful as possible.
This is her most important duty, and it is the duty
of all of us to help her in performing it.
Oera Linda Book 6:18

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