Valarie Wright

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Эlder Бones – Ħarvest ₸ide


September 27, #FifthNight

Out-sat last night. Stars shone above through warm air, and the grass beneath me rustled as the arid leaves of the White Oak above me.

I sang Gog Galdr, and as They have since I was young, gathered in Their galdr.

As I sit here typing these words, I can ‘hear’ the voice so often asked on internet forums:
‘What did you ask for?’, ‘What do you need?’. It seems to me that this begging is a remnant of Christianization; for when I out-sit, I do so for companionship.

The Gogs are my friends, and I dare say ‘kin’, for as Helja has addressed me as ‘Sister’, as Angrboda has addressed me as ‘Little Sister, so too the Gog embrace me with loving-kindness. In my every encounter in life, I can say: They have never hurt me, and always guided me.

But I digress. Last night was Grainne’s Last Setting, Her last gasping, for though She fought to remain, the Dark Lord must rise. And with Him, my heart.

Yes, it was the God who first came to me, in the dark, when I was six, standing over my bed. I was not frightened. I saw Him again the first time I died; when He welcomed me to the Underworld, but directed my return, for “It is not your time dear one.”

And so it was last night, lost in Gog song, enveloped in dark silence, when I heard His footfall. I did not look, for that sound is familiar and intimate, and simultaneously strange and allusive. I felt His slow smile long before I opened my eyes to see Him there: Robust and dark-eyed, menacing if He and I were not long-friends.

Smiling still, He extended his hand, and I took it, as He gently helped me to stand. Standing next to me, I felt His familiar musk, and heat from deep. While living in Germany, I decided to run the trails about Hoher Meissner, there, I encountered an underground fire. Later, in Brennender Berg, while deep in the woods, again, I came upon earth so warm that heat rose from its surface. Kneeling, you can touch it; digging you can release steam; and on occasion, when the surface is cracked, you can see the deep smoldering. That is the Dark Lord – seething beneath, molten, a viscous heat that reaches deep into bone.

We walked without words, old friends. His appearance is constant, yet varies; His age is Primordial, where I am but aged. As we walked He showed me an image of the Wyrdlings – the good folk of Wise Home; we were laughing and learning, enjoying both the journey and the company it brought. Then, He turned to me and said, “Gather them”, then all about me were Silver Runes – small and lustrous, their shining brightness like stars in a dark sky. It seemed I traveled the world to gather them, and in the twinkling of an eye, I returned. Before me was a Rune Skin, and the Wyrdlings were waiting for me to cast them.

They fell from my hands like snow – many sided, and soft-falling – I remember hearing awe and wonder, and then I Woke.

Later that evening, walking beneath that same White Oak, I found an Old Man of the Woods ..

That was yesterday.

September 28, #SixthNight

Today .. hypnopompic this morning, a beloved friend came to me: Huny, a Rhodesian Ridgeback. I was sitting and she came, as she always did, to sit with me, resting her head on my lap as I read.

There, in the #dreamvision, she slept, died, decayed, and was bone in svá er auðr. As bone, I held her close, told her how much I loved her, and that it made me happy she came with this gift.

Upon waking, one of my morning rites is to walk the yard with tea in hand ..

It’s darker this morning, and cooler than yesterday. By 7am yesterday, it was warm and light outside. This morning at the same time, its twilight and cool .. birds still singing their morning song.

I walk to the ‘spirit house’ to sit, and found this ..

I often say: I am a #BoneWoman – and trust that there is research to support this role – but more important than that is the meaning of ‘bone’.

Bone is said to be the ‘rocks’ of earth, the remnants of Augelmir or Earthus perhaps. According to archaeology, they are the oldest known tools of divination. The Chinese and Greeks, Indians and Armenians, Etruscans and Africans, and many other ancient tribes used them. Notably, in many of these finds, it is commonly believed that an animal was sacrificed, its flesh consumed, then its bones were read.

I Know bones as seeds. As the last lingering remnants of the body, they appear indestructible; and in archaeological finds, are akin in appearance to stone. Perhaps this is why they are viewed as both transitionary and ever-lasting. As such, I tend to view them as living memory, a last bit of existence that contains the thoughts, words, and deeds of its last incarnation.

While training with Sami Noaide in Finland, I was gifted a set of bones. The memory of their use – indelibly left by both previous owners – remains upon them. Perhaps then, bone is a repository, so that, hidden deep within its matrix, far removed from rigidity, rests support and protection, storage and content, provision and endurance, and the wisdom of change.

Its honeycomb-like matrix is a pathway for all life and so All That Lives. The Proto Indo-European root is *ost-, but that only relates back to ‘bone’. It’s not until we look at Sanskrit asthi that we see ‘bone; kernel of truth’; and ‘kernel’ here is not poetic, but from PIE and Proto-Germanic *kurnilo-, meaning ‘seed, grain; bone’.

k/Knowing as I do, I organically relate the burial of bones beneath the hearth as an act of Love. Graintuiri is a Tide of Love (one of the 9 L’s). This Autumnal Equinox, this celestial turning, reminds us (among other things) to honor old age, to love the aged, to realize their role within clan / kin / tribe. Likewise, the stone held to be most important during this season is tourmaline. Its rainbow colors indicate that it came from Above to Below, from haven to earth.

Tourmaline is indeed a good stone for out-sitting during this tide, because it corresponds with autumn, and is said to help one realize s/Self. I have found the Nattura particular fond of green tourmaline (and green stones in general), and when carried in my pocket, it seems to calm my heart and mind .. to the very bone. Finally, an interesting aside: Dutch traders during the 1700s used tourmaline for its ‘magnetic; polar’ abilities; so perhaps it attracts all these things.

Whatever one believes, bones are certainly part of my Seidr storehouse. Personally validated (yet again), through the experience of these last few dreamvisions.

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Would You Know More, And What?

V. Wright
Dark Dance
Pen, Ink
6” x 4.5”
Seidr Art




Ħarvest in the ℭity

Harvest living in the city and burbs.  Whats a Heathen or Pagan to do?

Yes, its ‘harvest’, signaled by the Autumnal Equinox, and across the internet Pagans and Heathens are “celebrating Harvest”, but what does that mean for those who have never even picked a blackberry from the vine, have trouble keeping a houseplant, and buy their pumpkins from Trader Joe’s?

Harvest was hard work. It literally took a village to make it happen. Our ancestors not only depended on the land for their nourishment, but had a close relationship to it. Unless one gardens in their yard, raising food for their table, then this is a difficult concept to understand.

Per the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Natures, 1/3 of the world’s food is “wasted”. Yet, 1 in 9 are undernourished.

‘Thanksgiving’ then, the general commercial theme for this time of year, is hardly a condition of either gratitude or celebration for many.

Some recommend decorating the home with fall-colored goards, wheat sheaves or corn dollies, baking bread, or buying seed for backyard birds, but are these merely symbolic gestures? Yes, it may kindle a vague sensation of ‘harvest’, but that will forever remain hollow sentiment unless the spirit is likewise engaged.

The word harvest is Old English for ‘autumn’, and is found older still in Proto-Germanic *harbitas. The Proto Indo-European cognant, *kerp-, means “to gather, pluck, harvest”. So perhaps from this, those who do not grow their own food can take some ideas of how to mark this holy tide.

Much of what occurs in one’s life is by one’s own creation. The ‘seeds’ we sow for both weal and ill, remain with us. Perhaps then, ‘cutting’, ‘plucking’ those things that hinder your personal growth would be something to Out-Sit (meditate) on. Likewise, Harvest would have been a time to collect seed, to ‘gather’ that which is beneficial, so identifying what that may be for one’s self is likewise a good subject of personal reflection.

As I have already noted for this tide, it is a good time to ‘realize and discovery the potential of’ one’s clan / family. Harvest is a time to ‘realize self’, even if that is simply determining what that means. ‘Nurture’ one another, recognize the role of ‘love’ for self and others, be respectful of elders, and find ways to truly and authentically give thanks.

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Would You Know More, and What?

₸ripart §oul


I feel the ‘nine soul’ concept is conflated; possibly due to the current societal ideas (and subsequent understanding / practice) of a/the soul as abased, other worldly, and religious in nature. For example: The Heathen Soul is never withheld, nor would it consider quivering in fear of a smiteful god.

Alles geben die Götter, die unendlichen,
ihren Lieblingen ganz:
alle Freuden, die unendlichen,
alle Schmerzen, die unendlichen, ganz

We know this because one’s fate is accepted with wunjo over fatalism. So that salvation and/or self-redemption is nonexistent, whereas self-liberation is the ever renewing white clay purification upon which the Heathen Soul is ever made whole / hail / holy.

The most sensible soul model is Odr, Vili and Ve: The energies of soul, sense, and motion-hue, commonly referred to as ‘Soul, Mind and Body’. Herein is the Heathen Soul found in triparte equilibrium (aka: proportion, practical, perthro). Where the Christian ‘suffers’ and bemoans their separation from god, the Heathen sees no conflict within Odr, Vili, Ve; no concept of contrast between the subject and object (a condition perhaps created through over-burdened interpretations of a basic structure). Using Midgard as a middle ground – with either Tyr’s Spear/Rune or the World Tree as template – the roots of a whole and hail life, to include Above and Below, are clearly self-contained within a tripart model. From ancient accounts, this ‘soul, mind and body’ presents an attitude of stormen ska or ‘storm’s will’, and hochgemüte / hoher muot or ‘high mind’ (Old Norse, and Old High German, respectively).

Further, the idea of religion, which includes that of priest, is in contrast to the self-maintenance of Odr, Vili and Ve. I further theorize that the premise of ‘rebirth’, of being ‘reborn’, of ‘revelation’, or that miraculous transformation from one’s nature into something completely different, is of Judao-Christian origin (and older). As such, could Tacitus’ observation that Colunt discreti ac diversi, be a reflection of Odr, Vili and Ve, instead of mere territory? (‘They live for themselves, and apart’). If so, then the Heathen Soul is one which exists as ein-herjar, singlular and apart; exists as hoher muot / hochgemuter, high minded and contemplative; exists as manvit mikit, greater mind, and mindful. This idea further suggests a simple external perspective, one perhaps clearly gazed upon – via Out-Sitting – in a form common yet profound, and telling of its tripart function. Namely, as perhaps a valknot (triple horn?), a hrungnir’s heart, a triquetra, a triskelion, or even trisula. It would appear so; from the Wodanic Mysteries:

Veit ek, at ek hekk vindga meiði á nætr allar níu,
geiri undaðr ok gefinn Óðni, sjalfr sjalfum mér,
á þeim meiði, er manngi veit hvers af rótum renn.

The ‘spear’ here, is geiri, or a “triangular strip (of cloth); triangular point; wedge-shaped projecting point”. This word is further found in ME gore, gare; AS gara; and OHG gere, all sharing the same meaning. Was Wodan then wounded by a tri-shaped object that aided in his transcendence of obstacles and obscurations? One that, per an IE model, would represent the unification of the three realms (external and internal), the victory over ignorance (unwise man), and the ability to measure the past, present, and future? The three-sided blade is, after all, not uncommon among IE shamans – who use it to ‘travel’ the worlds, dispel darkness, and rid the body and mind of delusion (ref: phuba, kila).

And what of Hrungnir’s Heart? Hrungnir, though often rendered as ‘brawler’, is found in Proto-Germanic *hrungo, and OE hrung, meaning, variously, ‘a floor timber in a ship; a heavy staff; the radial handle within a wheel; a shield; a pedestal’ (these last two are three-sided, and three-legged). Could the ‘three sharp-pointed corners’ of hrungnishjarta too be a symbol for gazing upon in High Minded contemplation?  As to the ‘heart’, this is often metaphorically associated with gods (gott hjarta), and of those who are good-hearted (glatt hjarta), and always denotes courage (literally ‘strong hearted’. As such, if Hrungnir was such a brash and brawling Jotun, then why describe him as having a ‘good heart’?

Whatever the capacity, the three elements of these symbols would certainly coincide with the IE idea of Emergence, Continuation and End-of-Life (Odr, Vili and Ve / Soul, Mind and Body).

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Would You Know More, And What?

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Images from top to bottom:
-image, no credit, found on web search
-Etching by Lorenz Frølich, 1895 CE, from Den ældre Eddas Gudesange.
Caption reads:
Odin, Lodur, Hoenir skabe Ask og Embla
Hœnir, Lóðurr and Odin create Askr and Embla
-Shaman’s phurba dagger, Tibetan
-Ancient Greek 3-edged iron spear point, 4-3d century BCE
-Whetstone, Slavic Gruda, an IE tribe.
Whetstones are thought to be both objects of function and cult (amulet)


In that Jim Carrey is currently in the news for comments deemed “crazy”, “unhinged”, “suicidal”, “bizarre”, and other adjectives, I would be remiss as a practitioner of #RealYoga if I did not take notice, and/or attempt to explain what he *may* be saying.

Certainly, no one Mr. Carrey can explain his words, and personally, I think he has been quite clear, but there are those who also seem to be “confused” by his “odd behavior”.  As such, I will attempt to expound on some words, terms and ideas that are currently impacting the ‘mainstream’ ‘media’, prompted, again, by Mr. Carrey’s alledged “erratic” comments.  Which, by the way, are not new, but date back more than a few years.  So, to begin, I want to introduce the word-idea:

-maha, ‘great’
-vakya, ‘saying; speech; sentence’
The Mahavakya are “Great Sayings”, or profound proverbs from Yoga #Astika (Philosophy; #Samkhya), or from a learned or holy person. There are literally untold number of these, but there are four well-known (and commonly cited) ones:
Prajanam Brahma, ‘Pure Consciousness is the Ultimate Reality’
Aham Brahmasmi, ‘Self is Ultimate Reality’
Tat tvam asi, ‘You are That’
Ayam atma Brahma, ‘Self is the Same as the Ultimate Reality’

Essentially, to give *my* words to Mr. Carrey’s comments, I would say he is speaking of #Advaita, or ‘not-dual’.  This means that an Advaita perspective is one that views “no-difference” between one’s self and Ultimate Reality.  Comparatively, there is Samkhya or “dual distinction”, meaning that this view understands, well, Life, The Universe, and Everything, as consisting of two realities:
Purusa, ‘consciousness’
Prakrti, ‘matter’.

Of the two schools of thought, Samkhya is the olderst; significantly, Advaita is rooted in Samkhya.  This is important to understand because *practically* there is no difference between them.  Assuredly, they are interrelated, so again, in simple terms:
-Samkhya is observation and the inevitable conclusions based on those observations; and
-Advaita is life based on the conclusions resulting from an experience of Samkhya.

Now .. Advaita *without* Samkhya is purely intellectual, and so detached from the reality of life or daily living.  Where the two meet is in Experiential Knowledge, so without this, there is a profound sense of loss, of sadness even, of perhaps even a nothing-to-live-for perspective.  And this is where a Guru comes in, or that individual who Knows this, Lives this, and so is able to “dispel darkness”.  I do not know if Mr. Carrey has a guru, but will say that, knowing one without the other leaves one shackled to a sterile philosophy and a bereft outlook on living.

This is why I began with the Mahavakyas, for knowing them is to come-to-know Ultimate Reality, which is a beautiful thing.  So lets explore that beauty ..

-There is Nature, which gifts us with thought and intellect, reason and love, all the senses (sight, sound, etc), and all we can experience with those senses (matter, the world around us).

-Nature can be understood by Three Elements: Sattva (goodness, purity), Rajas (passion, activity), and Tamas (inertia, contraction).  This means the Ultimate Reality too, is ‘birthed’ from these Three.

-Of this First, Sattva, comes Chit (consciousness, awareness, mind), the ‘working’ or ‘energy’ of which is Prana or ‘vital air; odic force’.  Prana is the ‘flowing’ life-principle/energy that governs and moves the body and mind, and so directs thought.  Through Pranayama, one is able to ‘touch’ or tap-into this energy through ‘breath control’.  If one wanted only to control the breathing and make the lungs healthy, that would be #Delsarte, not Pranayama.  It is Prana, the ‘vital life force’ that merges the body and mind; so that they become One.

-Combined, this Knowing leads to Bliss / Ananda, or SatChitAnanda, “existence, consciousness, and bliss” or “truth, consciousness, bliss”.

If any of this sounds familiar, it may be because this is what Pythagoras, the Greek philosopher, and mathematician put forth in his Theorem (or in this instance, the Metaphysics of Triples).  Later, this idea was employed by the Gnostics, who introduced it to the great Library of Alexandria, and from there, this Wisdom Teaching found its way into the West.  To include Early Christian Philosophy (known as: The Spiritual Body of Man).

These ideas were further expounded upon by Kapila, the Vedic Sage who authored the Samkhya Sutra, and heavily influenced Buddha and his subsequent rendition of the Samkhya Philosophy.

So let us return to Mr. Carrey’s comments, specifically:
“There is no me. There is just things happening.
And there are clusters of tetrahedrons moving around together.
Here’s the thing. It’s not our world. That’s the key.
We don’t matter! That’s the good news.”

There is Purusha / consciousness, ‘the spirit that dwells in the body within the multivers’, and that is within each of us.  So, when New Age Philosophy says ‘We Are God’, this is a watered-down Western perspective of an ancient idea.  Because we reside within Prakrti / matter, ‘primary matter, nature’, we experience the same through the #LingaSarira, or one part of a Three Bodies Doctrine. In this case:
-Linga, ‘sign, symbol; sheath; origin, source’
-Sarira, ‘blessing, grace; body’
So Linga Sarira means ‘reason body; sheath body; body of grace’, etc. (The other two are: Karana Sarira (causal body), and Karya Sarira (dense body). (Again, relating this to Christian thought, this is considered the ‘body of man’, or that which attains ‘salvation’ or punishment.)

So when Mr. Carrey says that ‘There is no me .. We don’t matter’, he is referring to the Infinite and Ineffable Self that is the Ultimate Reality / Tat tvam asi, ‘You are That’.

In closing, I will highlight several idea-comments Mr. Carrey made in 2014, during his Commencement Address to the graduating class at Maharishi University.

-“I used to believe that who I was ended at the edge of my skin, that I had been given this little vehicle called a body from which to experience creation, and though I couldn’t have asked for a sportier model, it was after all a loaner and would have to be returned. Then, I learned that everything outside the vehicle was a part of me, too, and now I drive a convertible. Top down wind in my hair!

-“You have given them the ability to walk behind the mind’s elaborate set decoration, and to see that there is a huge difference between a dog that is going to eat you in your mind and an actual dog that’s going to eat you.  That may sound like no big deal, but many never learn that distinction and spend a great deal of their lives living in fight or flight response.

-“So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality. What we really want seems impossibly out of reach and ridiculous to expect, so we never dare to ask the universe for it.

-“Everything you gain in life will rot and fall apart, and all that will be left of you is what was in your heart. My choosing to free people from concern got me to the top of a mountain. Look where I am – look what I get to do! Everywhere I go – and I’m going to get emotional because when I tap into this, it really is extraordinary to me – I did something that makes people present their best selves to me wherever I go.  I am at the top of the mountain and the only one I hadn’t freed was myself and that’s when my search for identity deepened.

-“But you guys are way ahead of the game. You already know who you are and that peace, that peace that we’re after, lies somewhere beyond personality, beyond the perception of others, beyond invention and disguise, even beyond effort itself. You can join the game, fight the wars, play with form all you want, but to find real peace, you have to let the armor fall. Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world. Don’t let anything stand in the way of the light that shines through this form. Risk being seen in all of your glory.

-“It’s not big enough! (kidding) This painting is big for a reason. This painting is called “High Visibility.”  It’s about picking up the light and daring to be seen. Here’s the tricky part. Everyone is attracted to the light. The party host up in the corner (refers to painting) who thinks unconsciousness is bliss and is always offering a drink from the bottles that empty you; Misery, below her, who despises the light – can’t stand when you’re doing well – and wishes you nothing but the worst; The Queen of Diamonds who needs a King to build her house of cards; And the Hollow One, who clings to your leg and begs, “Please don’t leave me behind for I have abandoned myself.””

-“Painting is one of the ways I free myself from concern, a way to stop the world through total mental, spiritual and physical involvement.”

-“But even with that, comes a feeling of divine dissatisfaction. Because ultimately, we’re not the avatars we create. We’re not the pictures on the film stock. We are the light that shines through it. All else is just smoke and mirrors. Distracting, but not truly compelling.”

-“This is the voice of your ego. If you listen to it, there will always be someone who seems to be doing better than you. No matter what you gain, ego will not let you rest. It will tell you that you cannot stop until you’ve left an indelible mark on the earth, until you’ve achieved immortality. How tricky is the ego that it would tempt us with the promise of something we already possess.”

Something You Already Possess

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₸roll ℭross

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.

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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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