Saturday, December 31, 2011

Wrapping Up Yule, 2011

Well, Yule is over, and we're all going to be celebrating New Years tonight. Some of us work, some of us get to party, and some of us are lucky enough to have a special someone with us to kiss at the magic hour.

On the first of the Year, I'll have an announcement about this blog. But for today, let us party and be merry. There's time enough in the next year for business.

And here's the pic of the fully lit Yule log. I hope everyone enjoyed Yule and had a good time. We'll see it again next year, if it be our fate.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Friday, December 30, 2011

Twelfth Day of Yule, 2011

An so we have reached the last day of Yule, day twelve. As with all things, this too must end. And with its end, we have the beginning of the new year, as we Heathens consider it. This last night of feasts, or a few cookies on a plate shared with the home gods, or anything in between, marking days of kinship.

Let toasts be raised, songs be sung, and love ones held dear. And if you sit alone, know that you are not truly alone, for there are more like you out there, and we are bound by spirit, if not in person. Let us put aside our differences one last night. There will be time to fight in the new year, let kinship reign this day.

Here's last nights pic. Yes, I will have one of the fully lit Yule log posted up tomorrow.

And finally, the gifts:
Twelve Toasts to Kin, Mortal and Divine!
Eleven Horns a Sounding,
Ten Vikings Pillaging,
Nine Worlds of Lore,
Eight Maidens dancing,
Seven Alfs a leaping,
Six Horns of Mead,
Five Golden Rings! (Hey, look, that priest has some, get 'em!)
Four Runes Inscribing,
Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew Tree

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Eleventh Day of Yule, 2011

The eleventh day of Yule is here. Not really a lot to say, at the moment. I've got a new project coming up which I'll unveil at start of the new year. Which, frankly, is coming up faster than one would have thought.

Anyways, last night's offering was french fries. Perhaps not the most respectful of food (though I'll let you know if anyone votes for or against from the Godly side, if they tell me) but after giving an entire dozen donuts, I had french fries in abundance and figured I'd share and give some salty rather than sweet.

Anyways, here's the pic from last night:

Yes, the Yule log is getting pretty crowded at this point. We'll see what it looks like on night twelve.

And here are the gifts:
Eleven Horns a Sounding,
Ten Vikings Pillaging,
Nine Worlds of Lore,
Eight Maidens dancing,
Seven Alfs a leaping,
Six Horns of Mead,
Five Golden Rings! (Maybe next year...)
Four Runes Inscribing,
Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew Tree

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Tenth Day of Yule, 2011

Ten days have we celebrated the Gods and Kin. Ten days have we watched the sky darken and felt Winter's cold embrace (though not, perhaps as cold as some years). Ten days has it been since the start of Yule.

Which means just two days left. But do not feel sorry, for the cycle of life keeps going.

Yule is about family, but that's not as easy as it used to be. People these days are constantly busy, constantly working, or these days not working at all with no money. We have spread ourselves out all over the country, or even countries plural. We no longer live all in the same house, or same neighborhood, or city, or state. In some cases, and this is common for a lot of us, we've lost our families because of our religious choices, or we still have them, but we have to hide what we are or not make a big deal about it.

But on this tenth day of Yule, let us think of our families, both divine and mortal, be it by blood, by faith, or by choice.

Here is last night's pic:

As you can see, lots of candles on there now. Hopefully I can get all twelve to fit on there in the end.

And here are the gifts:
Ten Vikings Pillaging,
Nine Worlds of Lore,
Eight Maidens dancing,
Seven Alfs a leaping,
Six Horns of Mead,
Five Golden Rings! (Oh come on!)
Four Runes Inscribing,
Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew Tree.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Ninth Day of Yule, 2011

So we have reached the Ninth Day of Yule! As some may know, and I mentioned yesterday, nine is a number of completion in the Heathen Scandinavian world. Nine worlds there are, nine days did Odin hang upon the World Tree, Yggdrasil. Twice nine are his charms. At Ragnarok, when he dies, nine steps as a giant will Thor take before he falls dead, slain and slaying the world serpent Jormungandr.

And so we have reached a completion, but not the end. And there is a lesson in this. Even Ragnarok is not the end of all things, even if it is very much a completion of the world of the Aesir that we know. So too, it is with Yule, for we still have three nights left. Even as the year reaches is its completion, so too another begins.

Here is the pic from last night.

And here are the presents:
Nine Worlds of Lore,
Eight Maidens dancing,
Seven Alfs a leaping,
Six Horns of Mead,
Five Golden Rings! (no dice)
Four Runes Inscribing,
Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew Tree.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Eighth Day of Yule, 2011

Hail and welcome to the eighth day of Yule. Most people will be off hunting those After Christmas Sales, and more power to them. Just remember to be nice to the sales people. To those who are working, my sympathies, as I'm right there with you.

Yule, like most of the winter holidays, is about merriment and excess. Sadly, this year is one of stress and frugality. I too, have been effected by this (hence the repeat offering of donuts, if you were paying attention, lol). Yet, I would encourage everyone to splurge on themselves, if only a little. That cup of Starbucks, a snow cone, warm cookie or donuts, and so forth. Life doesn't have to be about the big flashy things, even if they are nice. The simple things also bring pleasure.

Here's the pic from last night. There's an extra candle on there, because the 6th night's candle didn't get to burn all the way.

And here's the gifts:
Eight Maidens dancing,
Seven Alfs a leaping,
Six Horns of Mead,
Five Golden Rings! (no dice)
Four Runes Inscribing,
Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew Tree.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Seventh Day of Yule, 2011

Merry Yule and Merry Christmas!

Today is the seventh day of Yule. As many of you know, seven is a number of completion for our Judeo-Christian friends, but it is not for the Norse and Germanic, that number is Nine, but more on that later.

I hope everyone got good presents today, Did you leave cookies out for Santa? I left one for him with the offering I gave yesterday. (But not telling if he gave me any gifts).

Anyways, here's the pic from yesterday. I moved the candles, as you see, because the log is not level and I wasn't that happy with having the flame slide off the log.

And here's the present:

Seven Alfs a Leaping,
Six Horns of Mead,
Five Golden Rings! (please, Santa?)
Four Runes Inscribing,
Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew Tree.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Sixth Day of Yule, 2011

Alright, day six is here to greet us.

Note to bloggers out there, making these posts the night before will have the side effect of making it very hard to remember what day you're actually on. You're thinking it's the sixth day, but there's only five candles and you're having to remind yourself just where you're at.

Anyways, last night's offering was Oliver's Camelot Mead again, just as it was on the first night. Hopefully there will be enough mead left for the Ninth and Twelfth nights as well. If not, I have some "Apothic Red" wine that I'm told is very good, though personally while I like the bottle (it's red and black and made me think of Alchemy when I first found it) I can't say I like the taste. I'm really picky when it comes to booze, and flavors. So far, the Camelot Mead is about the only one I can really stand drinking. But oh well, I'm not getting paid to be a wine critic or to sell this stuff, so moving on.

Here's the pick of last night, where you can see the offerings in their glasses before Hel, Thor, and Freyja.

Hopefully the computer issues that kept me out the last couple days are fixed, and I won't have that problem again. If I do, well, we'll see how it gets handled.

Also, today is the 24th and Christmas! So set out those milk and cookies people.  Santa might be a "Christian" guy, but some of his aspects can be traced back to Odin, and he is a jolly old elf/alf indeed. So be good, boys and girls, and perhaps he shall bring you a present, and if not, at least you made this holiday just a little more Pagan. And have a merry Yule, Saturnalia, or what have you

Anyways, the gifts:

Six Horns of Mead,
Five Golden Rings! (I wish)
Four Runes Inscribing,
Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew Tree.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Fifth Day of Yule, 2011

So today is the fifth day of Yule. This would have been made earlier, but troubles kept me from making it.

Not much to say today, so I'll just post the pic from last night and call it.

And the present:
Five Golden Rings! (Hey, I'm being traditional here)
Four Runes Inscribing,
Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew Tree.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Forth Day of Yul, 2011

So today is the fourth day of Yule. Unlike McNallen over at Asatru Update, I'm not celebrating any values or anything. Last night was simple. Light the candle and the electrics, place a offering of Krispy Kream donuts, and that was about it.

Yule is about the solstice, but it is also about family. Sadly, my family isn't Heathen like me, and they've all got their own lives, have no interest, don't know me, or in at least once case, are actively mad at me (even if they would deny it). So I'm just one more solitary Heathen with no budget. I don't know if any others actually are reading these as I post, or if they will come across it in the years, to come, but I hope that I am able to offer some measure of comfort and kinship on these days of Yule. We might be alone in person, but we are not alone in spirit.

Here's the pic of the Yule log from last night:

I took some model paint I have for DnD minis and painted Yule in Runes. At some point, I'll probably take some sand paper to the log, and either a knife or a wood burning tool and decorate it. With any luck, I may have this Yule log for many years, and I want to make it special.

And here's the present:

Four Runes Inscribing,
Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew Tree.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Hobbit, An Unexpected Journey

So I discovered that the trailer for the new Hobbit movie is out. Got to say it looks pretty awesome. I loved the Lord of the Rings trilogy movies. I know some people bashed them for being all "Heroic White Men vs Everything else" but frankly, I don't care.

Tolken was well influenced by the sagas, epics, and tales of Europe when he created the Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, and so it speaks to me more than some other tales do. I'll admit, I never finished the Book Trilogy, made it through Fellowship and half the Two Towers, and stalled about there. But the movies I loved, and I'm eager to see how the Hobbit, which I have read, turns out. Might have to dig up my copy if I can find it, and read it again.

Provabilty in Reality.

There once was a mathematician, whose name escapes me, who came to the realization that for everything that could be proven true, there was something equally true that could not be proven. In other words, there are things out there that are True, but cannot be proven by any known means.

Religion is one of these things. Scientifically, we cannot prove the existence of Gods, spirits, or the supernatural. Yet, many people believe, or know, such things to truly exist. I cannot prove that Thor walks the sky making thunderstorms, but it is True to me.

What makes this situation even more difficult is that even when you can "prove" something, people will say it is not proven. This was one of my issues with the Wild Hunt "news" website. I would say something I knew to be true, because I read a lot on the subject. I would even provide links on occasion. However, my argument was not "Proven" because my sources were considered "invalid." Indeed, be anything resembling a Conservative (which I'm not, honestly) and every argument you make will be invalid there. I once saw someone make an argument there, provide a good half dozen plus links, and be told that their information was invalid because it came from Conservative sources (somehow the Huffington Post became conservative at the time of the linking).

One perfect example that came up over on the Wild Hunt regarding me was my blatant, but unfounded Islamophobia, which I had failed to prove rational. Now, There are dozens, maybe even hundreds of sites out there about Islam and its threat. I even provided links to some of the things I had read, but had them "invalidated" because of "racism." Now, I know racism. I've seen it. So I like to think I have a pretty good idea when something is racist. But such doesn't matter. My sources, despite their documenting literally thousand of bits of information, could not "prove" anything. Heck, the nightly news or mainstream media which talks about how in Islamic countries the vast homophobia, misogyny, religious discrimination, etc that goes on. And if you know how to read the media, you can tell in Western countries when a crime was committed by Islamic Immigrants. But of course nothing can be proven. Members of their religion, who the "mainstream" of Islam cheered and supported, flew planes into buildings, suicide bomb themselves, kill those we would consider innocent, but no. It cannot be proven true.

I'm not going to get into the politics again. I can't "prove" these things to people. In this age of "citations" being an eye witness isn't enough, nor is being well read or informed. And even then, having the "citations" if the other person doesn't accept their legitimacy.

People have let their politics dictate their proof and their truths. They have let "science" and "rationality" dictate what they will believe. They insist things be proven true, but they ignore the existence of truths that cannot be proven. I have my own issues with what is true, and if it can even exists, and this is one of the reasons.

Third Day of Yule, 2011

So today is the third day of Yule, or second if you're going by the Asatru Folk Assembly's Steve McNallen. But since these things are run off the Lunar model, as I understand it, rather than the current Roman calendar, I'm not sweating the details. What matters is the celebration, and the spirit, more than the details of what day if missed by one or so.

Anyways, last night was pretty much simple. I received some of those wonderful butter cookies that come in the metal tins (a treat from my childhood, in fact) thanks to my boss. So I gave six cookies as a gift/offering to my idols, and lit another candle, as well as one of my little electric lights. Here's the pic:

Yes, if anyone cares, that is the box for "A Touch of Evil," which is a really fun game, by the way. Only played it once. Hopefully though, I'll be able to play it again soon.

Anyways, I hope everyone is having a good Yule, and putting aside their battles for these twelve sacred days, as my ancestors would. And here is my present:

Three Days of Kinship,
Two Goats of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew tree.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Times, They Are A Changing...

Or at least, it is I that am changing. Over the last couple of years I traveled in a little circle on the web, seeking to do...something. Even now, I'm not sure what that something was, except maybe to help awaken the promise that was Paganism, to show that it wasn't evil, or political, or to be feared. But, in the end, I found the little peaces of the world I walked in to be unwilling to listen.

The non-pagans, who rightly feared the growth of a major monotheistic religion filled with bigotry, misogyny, homophobia, and intolerance, were already starting to show the tendancy to cling to the other major monotheistic religion, filled with those things. They thought themselves good, and the other evil, and had no patience for one insisting that a gathering of many beliefs, of tolerance, was better than a homoginy too often filled with the vary things they were claiming to fight against.

The Pagans, angry at Christianity, had no patience for one  who spoke of a dangerous force growing, seeking dominion. Nor for one who warned them that they too, were becoming intolerant and political, rather than tolerant and spiritual. The decenter had no place. The darkness, no welcome in their light.

People have accused me of melodrama. I don't see it, but then I came of age watching anime, reading comics, and following the exploited of Harry Dresden over the last few years probably hasn't done anything to change what I learned. But I learned a lot. And being an outsider to society all growing up, I lack the foundations that most people have. I don't have the views, or experiences, of racism that they do, or of politics, or anything else for that matter. I came into a world of conflict, violence, rage, and despair. And unlike those around me, I learned the value of these things, and what they really were. And in looking into its face, I was changed.

Someone close to me says I see the world differently from everyone else. That I can see the things no one else wants to see. That I can look upon the horror unblinkingly, where most must run and hide. Sometimes, I think she is right about that.

I know that from a kids anime I learned to "look underneath, the underneath" and see what was hidden there.

I learned about power, and violence. I learned that these things were not to be feared, no matter what society says.

I learned that "good" often times cannot destroy "evil." That only "evil" can destroy "evil." That everyone is the hero of their own story, even the ones we call "villains." I learned that "evil" is a matter of perspective, that every "evil" action can be morally justified, and often is.

That people are hypocrites, even myself, and will say one thing while behaving another. I've seen the irony of that statement in work too, where people who preached tolerance were intolerant, and in my bigotry I was not bigoted at all.

I learned that truth is what we make true, not what is "true" and that often enough there isn't anything "true" at all.

I know that I know much, and I know that I know nothing. I know that every man who calls himself wise is a fool, and every fool has his wisdom.

I was once the Norse Alchemist. I had dreams of using all I had learned to better those I saw potential in. To work the sacred alchemy with them as I had with myself. But now, now I am no longer certain I am the Norse Alchemist. The Alchemy that succeeded with me fell before the materials before me, that claimed nobility, but in the end proved as base as the rest. Unwilling, to improve, happy with what they were and intent only on becoming it more so, rather than transforming beyond. So, as the Alchemist, the alchemy worked on me, and I change.

I have set aside the title of Norse Alchemist. I do not know if I shall ever pick it up again. For now, I am merely a different sort of person. For now, I shall be the Svartwulf, the black wolf, the predator of the dark. But I will not hunt where once I walked. I will not seek vengeance for my ill treatment. All who wish, who can, are welcome to walk with me, to hunt that which lies in the dark, that makes mortals tremble with fear.

Am I melodramatic? Maybe. But the best characters are always the ones with a bit of ham and cheese between the bread, rather than the white loaves so many wish to be, and are.

Second Day of Yule 2011

So, today is the second day of Yule. As I t talked about most of the little things yesterday, I'll just post this pic of my Yule log from last night. As I can't burn any logs (I live in an apartment with no fireplace) I had to substitute, and a very close lady friend of mine provided the inspiration (and some of the details) for how to set this up.

As you can see, I've got the candle for the first night. I'll set a new candle out each night, and the previous nights will be set with some electric candles (to prevent a fire hazard, and it was cheaper, and let's face it, money is tight for everyone.) Behind you can see my current collection of idols, Hel, Thor, and Freyja. Sadly, haven't finished painting the Hel idol, but hopefully she will not might. In front of each of them is a candle holder that looked like shot glasses, and each has an offering of mead. I made a toast to family, god and mortal alike. And such is Yule's first night celebrated.

I wish you all to have a merry Yule, so for the second day:

Two Rams of Thor,
And a Raven in a Yew tree.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Pagan Enough

I discovered this today, and with my current feelings towards how a number of Pagans have been acting in our community, I figured I'd join this.

Project Pagan Enough

  1. You are pagan enough, despite how you look, act, smell, dress, believe, or are.
  2. You recognize that others are pagan enough despite their appearance, smell, manner of dress, belief, practice, or other aspect.
  3. You recognize that you can have an academic debate on the finer points of belief or practice, but that it does not take away from someone else’s level of being pagan.
  4. You welcome, befriend, and encourage others in the pagan community despite their appearance, dress, or other physical or superficial characteristic.
  5. You promise to treat members of other faiths, despite the faith, with honest-to-goodness fairness, equality, and grace, not judging them or their faith based on the actions of fringe members of their same faith.
I have always tried to hold to these rules, even without realizing it. I know there are many who disagree, but the above is true. I have never dismissed a person for what they believed, how they dressed, or the like. I have ever sought to have good debates with people, seeking to respect and learn form each others views. Sadly, this is not always been the reality when dealing with others who do not hold themselves to this standard. But I join, none the less. Because if respect is given to me, respect will be given in turn. I don't care if you're Heathen, Pagan, Fluffy Bunny, Otherkin, or eclectic.

First Day of Yule, 2011

So today is the first day of Yule, and in fact I believe the first one I shall celebrate, if alas without all the pomp and circumstance. There are so many little traditions, I probably won't get to them this year, but I will hopefully manage a few.

One thing I am doing is trying to rig up a Yule Log. Sadly, I can't really burn anything, so I will be trying to find a log of some sort, and be placing candles upon it, one for each night. Hopefully I can get it set up before my idols of Hel (which I need to finish modifying, but more on that later), Thor, and Freyja. Also, hopefully with my limited budget I will be able to at least make some offerings to them as well, probably with the mead I have, or some wine.

One tradition I would love to have is the Yule Goat. Sadly, I don't have any, nor do I have access to a Scandinavian shop (there used to be one not far, but alas it has been closed since my early teens. I regret it's loss not more than ever). But perhaps I can get one or two next year.

So, in closing for this first day of yule, I give you all this: A raven in a Yule tree.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Holy Water and Wards

So, over the last couple weeks I have put together new wards for my place, using a set of bindrunes, and I've actually made holy water, with the help of a witch friend of mine. The holy water actually charged under the lunar eclipse we had, so we'll see what effects that has on it, if any. I need to put it in a different bottle and remove the silt at the bottom, but it has been made and I have a couple really cool bottles thanks to another friend to chose from. Hopefully in the next few days I can put the new wards up, and see how they work.

Friday, December 16, 2011

A Wild Hunt

I just watched a movie called "The Wild Hunt" on netflix, a little indie film that takes place largely during a LARP festival, or Live Action Role Playing. I recommend it to people, especually Pagans and Heathens.

It's different from your normal film, but through its sometimes goofy, sometimes dark story, there is a strong Pagan theme through it, especially in the main character's brother, Bjorn Magnuson, who seems to have blurred the lines between his persona's being a devote of Thor, and let it run into his own life. And while his grip on sanity may be questionable, it remains a strong part of him throughout the film, and the Thunderer does seem to acknowledge Bjorn. Indeed, Bjorn has a hammer Mjolnir, which plays a key role in the film, both as something upon which oaths are taken, and which brings about a resolution to the film as well. Of course the main focal points being the Wild Hunt itself, brought about by a ritual that in the end perhaps summoned the real Hunt, and not just a pretend one. Reborn of death, unleashing the beasts within, riding upon waves up despair until the frenzy erupts, taking all by surprise.

Anyways, go see for yourself, if you can. It is well worth it.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Nine Facts About Me

I'm not like others. Everyone says it, but it's true.

I tend to offend people, even when I don't mean too.

I have lived a quarter of a century, I have forgotten more than most people ever learn, and yet I am often treated as if I know nothing at all.

I am not a nice person. I am what the world made me, what my life made me.

I am closer to three gods above all others, Hel, Thor, and Freyja. Death, Sex, and War. I'm sure that says interesting things about me.

I ran away from home at 24 because I finally realized I couldn't forgive the abuse after I drew a hammer on a cookie and realized that my mother's love for Judaism was stronger than her love for me or her tolerance of my Heathenism, even though she isn't Jewish.

I hate the God of Abraham, Jesus, and Mohammed. I hate what he has done to this world, what his ideology has done, and what his followers have done. I have fought his street preachers face to face with words when they preached their venom. I grow wary when I see a Muslim, not just because of what their "extremists" did with planes and bombs, but because I know what the "moderates" do to people like me that practice magic and worship Heathen Gods in their native lands.

I grow tired of how many of my fellow Pagans treat each other. I think we have enough enemies out there, we don't need to beat each other up to conform to what some people think is "normal" or "mainstream" or "acceptable." We are supposed to be accepting of each other, no matter how abhorrent society finds us, because it's what is right to do in our eyes.

I don't think Pagans and Heathens will ever be accepted into the "mainstream." The Monotheists will always think we worship false gods and the Atheists will always laugh at everyone with an "imaginary friend." I don't think we became Pagans and Heathens to be mainstream anyways. I think we did it to buck the mainstream, so we should embrace that.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

An issue with Pagans

As of late I, and many others, have noticed a growing trend in the pagan community. While my experiences have mostly been online, reading the words of those who have spent much time offline has shown me that my experience is not a unique one, sadly.

The fact is that for some time, Pagans have been failing to live up to the message they preach. Perhaps this is a mark of it becoming a more mainstream religion, the vast majority of which tend to do the exact opposite of what they "preach." Pagans like to say that they are tolerant and accepting, and that Paganism is the same. And Paganism is supposed to be just that. Its basic premise is that there are many gods and spirits out there, and no one is more right or wrong than another. Sadly, perhaps due to the fact that so many pagans have come from a Christian background and a society built largely on Monotheistic principles, this falls apart in practice.

There's a growing trend that Paganism is synonymous with Liberal Politics. That somehow, one cannot be a pagan unless you follow the tenants found in said liberal politics. Protest this, and suddenly you aren't really a pagan, or you don't know what you're talking about.

But it's not just the political thing, which I've run into time and again. It's also about beliefs and practices. Suddenly it's cool to say that "pagans" aren't, well, "pagans." One of those hardest hit by this is the Wiccans. It's amazing the number of Pagans out there will insist that the Wiccans are not actually pagan, despite the fact that Wiccans, for all their faults (which are many) were among some of the first to bring back Pagan worship. We've all grown from that, be we eclectics, Heathens, Druids, or what have you. If the Wiccans and those associated with Wicca not gotten the ball rolling, well, who is to say that any of us would be here. We might have all become Satanists instead, unhappy with the God of Abraham, Jesus, and Mohammed, but unsure of where to go but to his opposite number.

Speaking of the Satanists, they certainly get a share of beef from many a pagan out there, though not as much as the Wiccans, or even the Asatruar and other Heathens, who often not only have to contend with many a "Pagan" laughing at them for playing viking, but for insisting on hard core research, and worse of all, charging the Heathens with Racism. And then there were the Dianics not too long ago, who almost got their entire path ostracized simply because they didn't want transsexual women into their group, because it made them uncomfortable as "born" women to have a "woman" with a penis inside their sacred area.

Of course, we should not forget two very important groups, the young who come seeking a place in the world of Paganism, often looking Goth and Punk and what have you, and those who could be our Elders, our Famous people, like Crowley and Gardner and others were in the days of yore. I have read, and even experienced, that a number of Pagan love to smack down and dismiss those of the younger set, laughing off their knowledge and experiences, driving them off, telling them that they don't know, can't do, shouldn't try. And those who would be those who would gather fame, push the boundaries of what is possible with magical theory and practice and share it, are torn down. Because Pagan society, like the rest of modern society, has decided that heroes are to be destroyed, not made. So they drive away the young, and they drive away the strange, and they drive away those who could open a new era.

They are more interested in fitting in, being liked, and dreaming that society will embrace them if only they say the right things, vote the right way, and do what they are told. They have become more interested in fighting the wealthy and successful than in fighting spirits. They have grown more interested in controlling industry in the name of "mother earth" than they actually are listening to Her lessons. And they are more interested in making other Pagans conform to this than they are opening up their arms and their minds to the larger truths out there. So they lie to themselves, they lie to others, and more importantly, they harass and destroy the very people who are what we should be embracing and encouraging.

But I'm not going to do that. If you're a "fluffy bunny" kid who likes vampires and werewolves and think magic is the coolest thing every, I'm right there with you. If you're a wild, crazy hedge worker who gets down and dirty with the magic, I'm right there with you. If you're a wizard, sorcerer, warlock, witch, or anything else, I'm right there with you. Because we didn't start out being the nice, clean cut (or hippy cut) people wanting to fit in to society. We were the ones who rejected society, who looked into the darkness, the primal, and the arcane, wanting answers to the questions people couldn't answer, or wouldn't answer.

We were Newton, and Dee, and Faust, and Crowley, Gardner, Flammel, and a thousand others. We hanged men to Odin, slaughtered rams and bulls, made offerings of flesh and blood and tears. We were the first, before everyone else. We should be the last, after everyone else has gone away. We were the teeth in the darkness, the terror in the night. We walked with the gods in Europe, We walked with them in America. We made spells of blood and piss and earth and lightning and ourselves, the gods, the spirits, and the very foundations of the earth.

We shouldn't be following the wrote of someone else's ideals. We shouldn't be following their politics, or worse making their politics our religions. Do we need to be involved in politics, sure, but not with any particular party. And we shouldn't be putting politics first. We shouldn't even be putting our individual faiths first. We should do as we preach. We should be tolerant, even if individually we find those tolerances distasteful. If the Dianics want to be only "natural born women" we should support them, not demand they change the fundamentals of their beliefs to suit the politics of others. If the Goths and the Punk kids come to us, looking for help and guidance, we should bloody well give it too them. If people want to push the boundaries and act crazy, we should let them, because they will give back to us.

The mainstream is not where we want to be. We shouldn't try to be mainstream. If anything, we should live with such power and integrity, drawing people to our various ways, that we become the Mainstream and they try to be like us instead. There is not right or left in Paganism, or at least there shouldn't be. Nor should we cling to the light and forsake all that is dark, because we all got into paganism because it accepted that darkness, at least it did when we got in, before people started insisting it be sealed away, ignored, that it didn't exist, couldn't be real, or shouldn't be touched.

For most out there, my words aren't going to change anything. They will believe they are right. They will insist on either making others conform or driving them away. And they will succeed. But I know there are those of us out there, even if they never read my words, that will know what I am saying, take it to heart, and carry it out there. It's already happening, in the dark corners, in the hedges, the towers, and the dark woods.

So I will it to be.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Veteran's Day

Hail to the fallen,
Hail to the living,
Hail to those that fight.
This day is yours, in all the Nine Realms.
May the feast be sound, the meadhorn be raised,
Children told of your mighty deeds.
To the Soldier, the Warrior, the Merc!
Hail to the heroes of our lands!

Sunday, August 21, 2011


Hope is one of those emotions that can't really be quantified. One cannot describe the feeling of hope, because like so many other feelings, it has to be felt.

As I write this, I have currently been engaging with various peoples about beliefs. They seek to fight off one totalitarian belief system, Islam, while claiming the best way to do this is by returning to a strong Christian belief system. One, that often times, seems rather totalitarian itself. I pointed this out, and got told to lay off the Christian bashing and that my magic minded viking ways were gone with no hopes of revival.

I could smile. I did, in fact. Because I think all those out there that call themselves Heathen, from the coasts of Cali to the edges of Eastern Europe, from Texas to Scandinavia, would disagree. We have the hope of revival, because we are that revival. So long as one person believes, the old ways live on and can come back.

So, my Heathen Kin, remember, should anyone ever tell you that our ways are gone without hope of ever coming back, remember this: If you believe, they are already here.

Monday, July 25, 2011

A Heathen's Hope

I had been planning to write in this blog sooner, but have not had time nor reason.

Now I have one, and it is one I wish I did not have.

In the last few days, kith and kin were slain in the lands of my fathers. In Norway, death came swift and sudden. The reasons for it are garbled, mixed and shaped by the creature politic, used by one and all to strike their enemies. Lies, Truths, Misinformation, all is thrown about.

But people are dead. For them, the why doesn't matter. Men, women, children. They are dead because they were not prepared for the violence. They are dead because they believed something, and someone believed something else, and another believed something different from them. What those beliefs were, and why they happened, maybe will become clear. Maybe they won't.

I could grand stand. Use this to put for facts and theories. Speak of the dangers of the systems we live in, the people coming to change those systems, and the damage wrought by previous changes.

I don't want to. Not in this post.

It is said one must die in battle, fighting, to enter the halls of Odin and Freyja, to feast and fight til Ragnorok.

Those that died will not know those halls. Rather, they shall go to Helheim, to the Lady Hel. And in her green fields, and quiet hall, I pray they find not peace, but solace with their ancient kin. Because whatever their religion was in life, if they even had any, as selfish as it is, I wish them to rest with their kin, and learn the ways of our people, and know they are not alone anymore.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A Fresh Start

Those who know me thanks to my other blog, know that I've tended to comment on politics. I enjoyed doing that, for a time, but the fact is that politics is a very hard issue to talk about, because it divides people almost as much as religion. That said, I have decided to start a new blog, about faith. Hopefully I will be able to avoid the quagmire of politics, and stick to the quicksand of religion.

The goal of this blog is not to force my religion or my beliefs on others. That's not the way of Asatru or Heathenism. This is simply a place for me to voice my thoughts on what I believe. Which, at it's most basic, is that of a Folkish Asatruar. In the future posts, I will speak about what that means to me.