August 6th was the first day of Bron Trogain, the Tide of Lineage. I wept as I drowned the Lady Poppet, and rejoiced as my hands gathered Her remains to be reincorporated into the Lord’s Poppet.
Blood . Bodily Fluids
The Ladle that Stirs . the Psoas that fetter the Upper to thel Lower
Completed, I Out-Sat and as usual, was gathered to by Gygjar who gave me a message. In a blinding flash that penetrated by skull, I heard the ringing words “Iron Cross” and simultaneously saw a Troll Cross imposed on an Eclipsed Sun – the Black Sun, the Schwarze Sonne.
As I rose, I never once questioned the message, or what was expected of me. I Knew that I must Out-Sit during August’s eclipse on the 21st, and that I must do so with iron and a troll cross.
I have been receiving profound and prophetic messages since childhood. Over these long decades I have learned to not question what I am told. As a child I never doubted, in my twenties, meeting other occultists, I began to doubt the validity of my visions (in comparison to those messages received by others), then in my thirties a series of events confirmed that my visions were truly life-saving. Since then, I have left behind doubt; and since then, I have received messages that I questioned, but followed-through with, only to be confirmed that, however ‘odd’, ‘unusual’ or ‘unconventional’ the message, it was the Right Course of action.
I decided to share this information on Wise Home, my value-content page for Seidfolk. Truly, this is a frithstead, not just in words but in deeds, for, removed from the need to ‘attack’ and ‘discount’ the words and experiences of others, we are free to explore both the history and our personal experience in a supportive environment. So it is that I shared this comment there:
“I’ve been receiving information on wearing iron .. for me that would be an iron Troll Cross .. for/during the eclipse. Nothing specific .. no ‘why’ .. just that it would be a good idea.”
As has been the case with Wise Home – a true Seidr Home where such subjects are openly shared – what followed was a wealth of information from the members.
First, there was the standard exchange of history, that has long related how iron keeps “harmful spirits away”, that it was supposed to hinder spirit communication, and that “evil things” and death came to kings during an eclipse. Which lead to questioning where this information came from. Such as:
-the “troll cross” appears to be modern, early 20th century;
-a piece of iron shaped like the Othala / Odal Rune was introduced during the 1990s and meant for protection, or to inhibit trollish / otherworldly / negative / harmful influences; and
-that iron was thought to repel and contain fairy folk, witches, and other malevolent entities, which lead to the rise of iron horseshoes above doorways, and burying a piece of iron under ones’ doorstep (“flagstone”) to keep witches from entering.
This lead the Seidfolk of Wise Home to delve deeper into this subject to discover that, primarily, these myth arose when the Church encountered the Old Ways of Old Europe.
Symbols such as Christian Crosses are said to repel fairies and witches supposedly because they represent the “Almighty Sun of God”. Likewise, holy water or making the sign of the cross, keeps one safe from harm of all ill-wihts. Bread and salt were also considered protection against such creatures, yet both are ancient symbols of hospitality. An interesting bit of protective myth from Ireland suggests one turn their clothing inside out to “mislead” the fairy folk, which runs counter to Seidlore. In fact, when digging deeper, other ideas that ring truer to “calling” or inviting them started to surface, such as: Rowan and Ash tree twigs, growing St. John’s wort or Verbena outside a window sill, looking through holed stones, and crossing fresh water.
Notably, the Old European lore also states that Fairies are Master Smiths, and more than a few Otherworldly entities are responsible for forging powerful and Mightful weapons from “sky iron”, “thunder stones” / Thor Stones. So, the contradictions start mounting quickly when we apply history.
Recently, many archaeological finds have identified the staves of Volva’s and Vitki’s that are cast from iron. So if those who are repeatedly connected to the contact of otherworldly spirits – that either harm or heal – are in possession of iron items, how could they be meant to repel?
Through research, it seems more likely that iron, used by the early church, was propagated as a tool that controlled “pagan” gods, so that iron became symbolic of the Christian dominion over Heathen folk. By extension then, Jesus and his ilk held sway over witches, trolls, goblins, Seidfolk, and anyone not sanctioned by them. I think it correct to observe at this point that Fairy Folk, Trolls, Goblins, Jotuns and Gygjar, Witches, and the like, all lived wild and IN nature .. as part of Nature .. so that the Church’s dominion here further represents their perceived n/Nature over that of an Old European one.
An idea I wholeheartedly reject.
The earliest iron artefacts we have today were made millennia before the Iron Age, cast from meteors – the realm of the Tivar / Gods. As such, this metal would have been imbued with Godly Might. Forged into ornaments and weapons worthy of Rulers and Seidfolk / Shamans. In fact, much of what I was able to find on iron as a valuable pre-Christian, and therefore sacred metal, was easily found on the internet. One such page gives notable references for further reading on Faires and iron.
Back on the Wise Home page, some interesting ideas put forth – again, rooted in Lore – include:
-Jotuns / Gygjar are said to reside in a realm of “illusion and misdirection”. Could then the so-called ‘troll cross’ be an object of Their magic, introduced into Heathen culture, to aid those who Walk Between Worlds? (Thank you Roy Baehr).
-In that the Troll Cross resembles Othala / Odal, could this not affirm its connection to an ancestral inheritance?
-In my Seidr Runes, one of the meanings of Odal is that of “discrimination, something meant to differentiate”, and “place of origin”.
-When considering the ‘rebirth’ of the Heathen Old Ways, do not the Jotuns / Gygjar have an equal stake with the Aesir and Vanir in reintroducing these ideas in our time?
-In that Seidfolk can trace their lineage to Far-Roaming Wolf, and that Lithuanian lore relates that eclipses herald the birth of Werewolves, what are the further implications of iron + Seidr + eclipse? Could this be an auspicious occurrence?
-And finally: In that I have never received harmful advice from my guides, I am not prone to doubt the Wise Rede I have received for an entire lifetime. If anything, I am prone to think this a harbinger for enhancement, a wider opening into Trolldom.
August 21st, eclipse morning, I shared this with the good Seidfolk in Wise Home:
“I rose as Night still covered Eartha, and ran, as wolfwomen do, in dark and coolness.
As I ran, I satout, alone in my thoughts, and pondered the sensation I received about iron and the troll cross. Running in the dark, no light before me, I felt Her: Iarnvidia.
I’ve met her before, as Angrboda – She of the Iron Forest. She is mentioned in the Nafnathulur, the ‘wise names’ book (part of Skaldskaparmal). Though written by Snorri, and perhaps added after his death, it is doubtful that Christians would have deliberate created such ‘wise names’.
In any event, I wrote on her (at length) in my book, Voluspa: Seidr as Wyrd Consciousness, verse 40:
Eastwards sits an Old One in the Iron Forest –
there feeding Fenris’ kind; and it happens that
one is fit above any other –
the Lunar Year Destroyer – in troll shape.
To this I make several points (ref pages 94-95), to surmise: “If so then Narbada is a primal Wolf Mother”, and “Those who seek primal energy from the Gýgjar (female Jotuns) are wise to seek her cautiously.”
There, as Dawn rose, I peered into running water, and noticed the iron markings upon the stones. This reminded me of the rust-streaked stones I see in all my wood-walkings. Iron is strong, and tinged as blood. It flows through veins and streams as arteries within our body. It falls from the stars and has been forged into some of the greatest weapons of Lore. It is a catalyst, an accelerator that increases activity between two forces.
I learned long ago not to doubt the Gygjar who gift me. I will not start now .. “
Later that afternoon, I received an urgent message to “Run!” And so I gathered a backpack, a bottle of mead, the Lord Poppet, my Rune bag, some dark bread and nuts for the wihts, and I headed to the woods. I ran for three miles – jumping logs, dodging low branches, across shallow streambeds – before I came to an area I cleared long ago. A Fastness to sit, to be still, to speak with Those who walk with us unseen.
Pouring mead upon stones, I prepared my s/Self, sang the Galdr of Might, slipped on an iron bracelet, laid out an iron Troll Cross, and drew three Runes.
The first rune I drew was Ar a Seidr Rune – it means ‘nobility, leadership, the sun pushing back darkness, spiritual illumination’. (Perfect, this being the eclipse.)
Second is my personal rune, which too is a calendar of sorts.
Third was Odal, which resembles the Troll Cross, and carries the meaning of ‘homestead, heimat, security, ancestry, tradition, inheritance’.
As I gazed upon these Runes, it became notable that this Tide – Bron Trogain / Harvest – is Lineage, that this “line of descent”, confirmed these three. Sitting there between the worlds (upon an abandoned bridge), flowing water beneath, ancient oak overhead .. the blue sky above became cloudy as darkening clouds swirled. Looking up, a murmuration passed above, the wind picked-up, branches swayed and creaked, as the Measurer, Mundilfari, obscured Sunna’s bright face. At once, the world stood still, and from that quietude, She rose as shadow about me.
What was exchanged is a message for myself.
After .. I rose, buried one of the Lord’s Poppets beneath the ancient oak, then returned to where I had been sitting. Taking a sip of mead, I sighed, when I heard a snapping twig behind me. Turning, I saw Him – a great buck – bounding down the narrow path towards me. Before my heart could beat, he leapt directly over me .. his scent lingering in that moment .. as he cleared the creekbed and disappeared as a dream.
It seems then, that research into Heathen Lore is important. Much of what is assumed may either be clarified, or shown to be inaccurate. Which is why, as a Seidwoman, I have long sought, above all else, the Root / Source of the history that is Seidr.
Would You Know More, And What?