Okay the word is out and I can speak. My friend. The author I published. My mentor in music and a bit in magic. Leslie. She’s very sick. She’s a stubborn lady, and her stubbornness gave her a long life. In the end, it knocked her down. Watching the ingratitude around her, the outright attacks, […]
Poetry. The Wyrd-weaver heard the call of Odin and answered on a wet day, despite being sick in bed with strep throat. She got out of bed, and with Odin’s power felt better enough to get her shaman’s rattles and journey to him on the godly plane. He made a request, and she agreed -without realizing the cost.
This is Loki’s art. He is wise in læ, and he says so himself almost bitterly in Lokasenna. Which ultimately led me to… taking a look at Læveteinn, the locked away weapon waiting for Ragnarok. When I finally understood what I had found, I had to walk away from the paper and process carefully. I realized for the bigger work this comes from, that one little word and the mistranslation made all the difference. I had found the thing I’d been hoping to find – backup for my working hypothesis.
This post seems to go hand in hand with my podcast talk about feeding the spirits. As the Midwinter Nights lonely festivities progresses, my hobgoblin husband makes his preferences more and more clear. I know the lesson is layered. On the one hand, most people offer him candies and cakes. They put fireballs in whiskey. […]
I started my first shamanic classes ever this week. “Be an exemplary student,” I heard as I stood by Grandfather Shortlegs’s altar. I will, I responded. The teacher clearly didn’t like me – no surprise – and she showed favoritism to students who had psychology profession backgrounds or loved Jung. But yesterday it came to […]
On a whim I was watching the above video about the Slavic Whisperers, Orthodox healers in Poland. As I listened to their talk about their art and their “spells”—and watched one in action—I kept thinking of the Nine Herbs Charm. It’s the whispers, the flare of the candle, the whole of it. The Anglo‑Saxon charm […]
I’ll add another human observation. Families have traditions. Thanksgiving, Christmas—every household has its own way within a shared frame. It’s nonsense to imagine álfablót was so alien to human habit that every farm did it identically. The sources themselves imply the opposite: secrecy, household control, variation.
“Better no offering than an oversized one. A gift always calls for a return. Better no sending than over sacrificing. So þundr endured.”
Spirits need some. Please note it’s not saying you have to give blood, which is good because blood is not my way. It Doesn’t need to be fancy. It doesn’t need to be overpowering. A little offering is better than an oversized one. So a little bit goes a long way.
The little yellow-kilted fairy was hiding. I could smell him as a fish in the water, so I dived into a lake.
“Just tell me,” I said. “Family sprite? Random dude? What job were you talking about?”
He came—white outline of a salmon. I placed a kiss of libation on his fish mouth and wove our wyrd back and forth. Loki, ever eager, urged, “Now get your hooks into him!” I refused—this one had defended me. I thanked him and ended the dance. Twenty minutes. Average for me.
Next morning, in the liminal haze, I found myself in a cavern. Three scrolls—fruit-roll-up thin—lay nearby. I picked them up. Instantly the yellow fairy scolded gently, “Put those doun, nooo.” I put the scrolls back. “If you won’t give your name,” I told him, “I’ll call you Feesh.”
So: I met the Salmon of Knowledge, tried not to steal his scroll-sweets, and learned that some guardians are strict but fair—and that kisses, not hooks, weave the better wyrd.
The most dangerous spirits don’t announce themselves with horns and sulfur. They come wearing the faces of the gods you trust. I had another one get through my wards last night. I, by the way, did all the things you’re supposed to do: It was clever, presenting itself as Wōðnaz, with a friend masquerading as […]
From reclaimed church bricks to spirited soul-retrievals with Loki and Thor—how I raised a humble, living vé in my own backyard.
You can watch the video at Youtube or catch it below: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9cOtddwyeQ I’ve tried and failed to make this video several times. I’m very close to the material and tend to go on wandering paths, so I’ll be reading from my notes to stay on topic. This is a subject that genuinely needs to be […]
Or should I say… the Nine Herb Galdr. For shits and giggles, I looked into the Nine Herb Charm after hearing about it on Youtube. I found some English translations, but something – maybe my friend spirit or something – said the translations lacked. And what the hell. I’ve been reading Middle English sort of […]
I may never be able to tell the full tale, but here’s part that we can learn from. Transcript: Hi everybody, I’m sitting here with Loki’s family.You can see Byleister or… I’m not really good at pronouncing the word so Byleistr, Byleistr.You can see Helblindi leaving the nest to go find his way.In the house […]
The podcast has went a new direction.
When people are committed to division, they’ll find any excuse. And blood quantum? That’s one of the ugliest. I saw a post today in a subreddit. Someone wanted to practice Norse Paganism so they joined a discord room only to get told they weren’t “Scandinavian enough.” The response in the subreddit was perfect: “Anyone who […]
So this morning as I was waking up – you know that liminal space where you’re not quite asleep but not fully awake yet – I was talking with someone whose face was surrounded by autumn leaves. They were beautiful leaves; reds and oranges, perfect looking with no holes or rips. Her face was almost […]
I am up way before dawn because I couldn’t sleep, and then I found out it was Lion’s Gate. So with cigarette in one hand and ashtray in another I did my ritual, calling a full manifestation down, hearing a subtle “and stand among the stars” with each direction to the point I finally obeyed […]
I walked into the hall of the grotto to see feathers flip upward. I heard them as they went, and looked at a man weighed down with sorrow. He asked me to “turn back time”, bent so I could see his weathered face, and I… patted his cheek because he was so sad and tried […]
I had a spiritual journey months ago. I’d found how to dance, how to fly, how to world walk. And then as a newbie awakening shaman with no guide the way you should have, I became a prey animal. I was attacked early on and never knew it. I was pushed and used. I could […]