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Being Heathen

We took an insult hurled at us by Christians, and claimed it for our own.   Noun derogatory noun: heathen; plural noun: heathens 1. a person who does not belong to a widely held religion (espe…

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As always, well spoken.

Hope when things are Hopeless

This was inspired by the following:

The above is a Christian sermon and so of limited use but I wanted to focus on the key three points:

1. Start where you are and take one step at a time.

2. Cultivate a spiritual practice.

3. Whatever you do, don’t make the journey alone.

I am going to attack these in reverse order:

#3 – From the Havamal:

34 – It is a great roundabout way
to a bad friend,
though he dwell on the road;
but to a good friend
there lead direct routes,
though he be gone farther away.

44 – Know, if you have a friend
in whom you have faith,
and you wish to get something good from him,
you must share with his mind
and exchange gifts,
and go often to seek him out.

Long ago I was young,
I travelled on my own,
then I turned astray in my paths:
I thought myself rich
when I found another,
man is man’s entertainment.

#2 – Spiritual Practice:

I afraid we cannot go to the Havamal for this one and that this is, ultimately, very personal.  Here is an example of my personal one:

And just a list of everything I have written or posted on Spiritual Practice:

#1 – Start Where You Are

Most practical approaches start here and I did not find too much in the Havamal, the closest being:

74 (Start) – He becomes happy at night
who trusts his journey-provisions;

Concentrate on logistics and what you CAN control.

Epictetus also says in Enchiridon 1:


1. Some things are in our control and others not. Things in our control are opinion, pursuit, desire, aversion, and, in a word, whatever are our own actions. Things not in our control are body, property, reputation, command, and, in one word, whatever are not our own actions.

The things in our control are by nature free, unrestrained, unhindered; but those not in our control are weak, slavish, restrained, belonging to others. Remember, then, that if you suppose that things which are slavish by nature are also free, and that what belongs to others is your own, then you will be hindered. You will lament, you will be disturbed, and you will find fault both with gods and men. But if you suppose that only to be your own which is your own, and what belongs to others such as it really is, then no one will ever compel you or restrain you. Further, you will find fault with no one or accuse no one. You will do nothing against your will. No one will hurt you, you will have no enemies, and you not be harmed.

Aiming therefore at such great things, remember that you must not allow yourself to be carried, even with a slight tendency, towards the attainment of lesser things. Instead, you must entirely quit some things and for the present postpone the rest. But if you would both have these great things, along with power and riches, then you will not gain even the latter, because you aim at the former too: but you will absolutely fail of the former, by which alone happiness and freedom are achieved.

Work, therefore to be able to say to every harsh appearance, “You are but an appearance, and not absolutely the thing you appear to be.” And then examine it by those rules which you have, and first, and chiefly, by this: whether it concerns the things which are in our own control, or those which are not; and, if it concerns anything not in our control, be prepared to say that it is nothing to you.


May you have good friends and allies as you face hardship.

May you find a practice with the gods and yourself that fits you well.

Focus on what you can do and control.

May you find luck in your fight, whatever that may be.

Deciding on a Yule celebration

Started the thinking from here:

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.


Two rage requests in a week, and ancestors.

Whatever I may have thought, people came seeking me out so it is time to come out of my shock and rage and get back to work, whatever that will turn out to be.  I have been reminded a great deal of two of my ancestors who fought in WW2.  They will be toasted again and remind me of what I have to do.

There are times that fatalism DOES help.  You step back, decide what you can do, and get to work.  I honestly think we may do better in such circumstances.

Women in Heathenry — mainer74

Women In Heathenry You know, I thought we were getting it right. OK, for all of those who like to talk to me about white privilege, I will freely acknowledge I know nothing about growing up anything else, of course they know jack sh*t except fairy tales about my life either so we will leave […]

via Women in Heathenry — mainer74

Honoring the women in our lives is critical.  Hail Freyja!

A song/poem to Freya I liked

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!

A Prayer for my Divided Nation

Things are looking dark right now, and many friends feel that.  I have seen swirling anger at levels that I cannot remember before and friends deeply divided in many directions.  Rage and violence are in many places. I fear I may lose friends as well.  In meditation this morning, and after, I wrote this:

Hail Heimdall! Help those who must keep the watch and remind them to do it well as well as to remember ALL of their duties.

Hail Hermod! Let those who must bear the memories and stories of the dead be inspired to carry that duty well.

Hail Tyr! Remind us that Rage, even Righteous Rage, can be the Fire that engulfs us all. “For Fenris must be chained, or Chaos will be King!”

Hail Freya! Remind us that the Passions we all bear do us credit, but can sometimes go too far.  I call on you as Cup Bearer to remind us to meet in Hall and not in battle.

Hail the Gods! Hail the Ancestors! Hail the Philosophers and Voices of Reason that I hope we can hear!