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When you have lost everything, even your name, there is little point in going on. I was not churlish enough to leave my body hanging where I would be found by those who would be hurt by it. I brought my rope with me to the park. There was an old maple tree […]

via Heimþinguðr hanga (Visitor of the Hanged) — mainer74

I honor all the gods, although Odin is one I do not do much more than that.  Still, the story resonates and might be of interest to those who do.

An Analysis of Tyr and Sacrifice

http://www.norsemyth.org/2017/05/tyr-and-wolf-in-todays-world.html

I thought this overall a good analysis and this conclusion was my favorite part:

Out of an entire community, only one individual is willing to offer great personal sacrifice in order to protect his fellows from a dire threat that has grown up within the community. Rather than turning to violence against others, he nobly stands up and takes the resulting damage to himself. As a result, he gains the ability to join the hands of other people in agreement and harmony.

I have learned in various places that sometimes being willing to take a punch is as or more important than being ready to throw one, although I certainly am. Another way to put it:

Tyr teaches that sometimes we have to let the Nazi punch us, even if punching the Nazi is morally and ethically valid.

My willingness to take that hit shows others that I value them.  I prefer to think of Fenrir in this story as an embodiment of community destruction, although I concede to deeper meanings.  Sometimes you may not be thanked, but you will still have an effect.

 

Sorry, I am sucker for such stories. HAIL FREYA!

One morning Freya had been listening to a translation of the newly recovered Hamaval. In particular she was listening without amusement to Odin’s words on the fickleness of women. Her ire aroused, the passionate Vanir confronted the one-eyed wanderer and took him to task. “Your one eye has blinded you, old fool” Freya shouted […]

via The Bet: Does love or gold rule the hearts of women? — mainer74

Deciding on a Yule celebration

Started the thinking from here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yule#Attestations

Specifically, this on toasts:

The narrative continues that toasts were to be drunk. The first toast was to be drunk to Odin “for victory and power to the king”, the second to the gods Njörðr and Freyr “for good harvests and for peace”, and thirdly a beaker was to be drunk to the king himself. In addition, toasts were drunk to the memory of departed kinsfolk. These were called minni.[12]

So, later tonight, I shall improvise from this in a slightly different direction.

  1. First, to Freya, for the power of hospitality, friendship and connection in facing darkness.
  2. Second, to my ancestors who faced strife and darkness before, for inspiration.
  3. Third, to the Constitution.  My nation does not have a King and those of us who served swore to support and defend it.

I wish you all a Good Yule and times with friends and family.

 

A song/poem to Freya I liked

http://www.odins-gift.com/poth/F/freyasragnarok.htm

Freya’s Ragnarok                 

For I have seen the old man cry
as thunder floods his darkened eye
For he has watched his bright son die
The heir to Asgard’s legacy betrayed

And I have seen the future bleed
That sacred self-renewing seed
What mortal wound from simple weed
The fate a thousand vows could not evade

For I have seen a mother’s pain
Who knew her brightest must be slain
For man to grace the land again
After the gods and giants tear it down

And I have heard the queen confess
To lie-smith in his haggard dress
The oversight with such finesse
That he, but for his lover’s faith, would drown

For I have seen my brother-lord
In love give up his flaming sword
To be the god the World adored
For “Now” must be the only time he knows

And I will see that weapon’s might
As flame and Fire’s hand unite
To kill my sister-heart’s delight
Yet Fire in turn is smothered as he goes

For I once knew my lover lost
For wisdom mad the line he crossed
Who knew the price and paid the cost
To see beyond the walls of will and wyrd

And I must find my love once more
Among the fallen dead before
The Shifter starts the final war
Or I will face alone the fate I feared

This World you raise for sacrifice
A gamble on your faithless dice
That you may best the fire and ice
To make a better world from ash and bone

This World that glows with sacred life
My people’s kings would take to wife
This World you bend beneath your strife
This World you break is not a World you own

But I my people’s peace would lead
To fickle fate our rights concede
That we would slow Her deathly bleed
Forstalling the inevitable end

For though we balance life and land
For gods and men and nature’s hand
Their will to war we had not planned
And so our will to theirs we’re forced to blend

So now I hold back blinding tears
Of gold and amber through the years
And all I’ve lost has fed my fears
That all we gained will only feed the flame

And now I fight to keep the Green
From shadows only barely seen
Our last and unrelenting Queen
The Vanadis all Midgard to reclaim!

Deconstructing Brisingamen

Deconstructing the Brisingamen Myth

I thought I had posted this but a friend sent it to me and I could not find that I had.  I fair article on Freya.

Hail Freya!

Mead for the Morrigan – An example of deity relationship

Mead For The Morrigan

A friend sent me this and it impressed me a bit.  While I am a Norse Heathen, I have a rather odd relationship with the Morrigan that I will only partially discuss in a public forum.  The easiest explanation is that while I am not a worshipper of hers directly, I tend to attract those who do.

My closest equivalent to this would be Freya, who I also see as tied to issues like sovereignty.  I never hear her directly but her presence has been in my life for years.

Anyway, Hail to both and remember the darker sides of the goddesses in our lives.