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Iðunn Blot
This ritual is not my usual fare, it Norse rather than Anglo-Saxon because I wrote it for others. (Also in ancient Norse the “ð” makes a “th” sound.)
The apples are ripening,
A chill has come already this year,
Trees have begun to show the colors of Fall
In ancient times, there were many gods and goddesses to thank for the harvest season. Iðunn, goddess of the ripening apples is among those very worthy of being thanked this season. She bore the apples that rejuvinated the gods. The apples here in Georgia are ripening. They are a great joy in the fall, sweet and special.
This blot we will not be using mead, today we will share the fruits of the harvest with each other with this fine cider. A fitting drink for the bearer of apples, Iðunn.
Theign over this Ve, lord of this hearth and horgr, I ask of you to hallow this, your land.
(Do torch hallowing and cast out evil wights and light central fire.)
Hail to thee Iðunn,
Bragi’s wife, we welcome you
(All: Welcome)
Þjazi’s folly, we welcome you
(All: Welcome)
Renewer of the gods, we welcome you
(All: Welcome)
Apple bearer, we welcome you
(All: Welcome)
Hail to thee, Iðunn,
You who are a blessing of life
And brought renewal and joy
To the gods themselves.
We gather today,
And pray for blessings, dear Iðunn
That these people gathered here
Shall be renewed in will
To find the way past hardships
That these people gathered here
Shall be renewed in soul
To find even stronger bonds of friendship
That these people gathered here
Shall be renewed in spirit
To find their way into greater joy
Iðunn, renewer of the gods,
Smile on these folk.
Through the coming winter
Let your blessings follow them.
(Pour cider in horn.)
Among you all now,
You hold a tough burden,
A tough nut to crack.
They are our worries,
They untimely age us.
They are our stress and strain,
They make us gray before our years.
They have stolen our joy from us
As Iðunn was stolen by Þjazi.
Iðunn, take from us these tokens of our thoughts of this day. Just as on your most troubled day you were transformed into a nut and bourne to safety, we shall silently send off our troubles, our tough nuts to crack.
Iðunn, help us renew ourselves.
Before the horn comes to you, step forward and silently unburden yourself of your worries and stress and strain. As you burn your nut, think of those things that untimely age you, let them go from your life.
As you take the horn and drink this cider, think of the joy already in your life and let that happiness renew your spirit.
(Pass horn.)
(As they drink say:)
May Iðunn bless you,
May your joys outweigh your worries.
(Aspuge the people.)
(Mark each person with the Wunjo rune, say:)
Blessings on you
Blessings on your hearth and kin
May joy enter and grow in your life
[Close by saying:]
May the gods and wights
grant to you their favor and grace
May the harvest renew you
May you grow in joy and strength of will
May Iðunn renew you as she does the gods.
Winter has fallen, it’s battles hard won
For darkness has conquered the sun
The longest of nights has come tonight
The coldest of seasons is here
The wind heralds, the hunt howls, tonight
We have near reached the end of our year
Draw near to the hearth, and keep you warm
From outside where cold winds blow and storm
Tonight is Mother’s night, tonight we remember
Our mothers, grandmothers, who to sheltered us here
Listening to them spin tales next to dying ember’
Tonight, we once again lend them our ear
Three candles we light, one just an old stub,
So well used tis only a small nub
For our foremothers, we give thanks
Second, for our own mother(s) who here or not,
Has (Have) us so much given and taught
For our own mother(s), tonight we give thanks
Third, one candle brand new, never lit
For daughters who one day beside a hearth will sit
For (our) daughters, now and future, we give thanks
Remember the goddesses, for candles three
Weaving and spinning together your family tree
Tonight, give thanks to all mothers come and gone
as we await the rising of the Yule dawn.
* The three candles should be: a well-used stub, a partially used candle, and an unlit candle. For best use, use the mother’s candle this year for foremother’s next year and the daughter candle for mother’s next year.
Made a corn dolly (harvest idol) yesterday from some of the corn I harvested. My wife named him Cobbin.
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The gods did wait on us for ages
Their tales on half forgotten pages
Yet they speak now to call us anew
And set the world right, it is askew
Why did we turn on them? Turn away?
Why? Well none alive can rightly say
On this, only one thing is now clear
They long waited on ears that would hear
Gods of the cold North call to their kin
Gods of the warm sands do rise again
Gods of the Greeks do speak from warm seas
Gods of the groves whisper through the leaves
All the old gods do now awaken
Their people fallen and far scattered
Their children forgotten what mattered
Yet stand we here again unshaken
We, forerunners of a coming age
Undo what religious war did wage
Magic we rekindle and revive
For through man’s doubt our gods did survive
The gods did wait on us for ages
Their tales on half forgotten pages
Yet they speak now to call us anew
And set the world right, it is askew
Seasons change, sweeping aside the old,
Replacing it with new, cycles untold
Lines etched into our once smooth faces
Gray appearing even more places
The earth’s face too does change over time
Great forests grow where once was green field
Glaciers grind rock, great mountains of rime
Rivers twist and flood to rich land yield
But the earth, she does all remember
Footsteps leave paths, tracing where we went
Rain and weather etch rings in timber
Each a memory, a testament
- Brocc
Do you feel the longing? I know I do.
I long for the forests, deep forests that today exist only as a memory of a dream.
I long for the earth between my fingers.
I long to farm, to bring forth from the land food for me and mine, to care for it so that it can care for me.
I long to hunt beasts in the forest, take only as needed, and to give reverence to those spirits.
I long for the freedom of isolation - that oppression cannot exist when human numbers are so low you cannot form an army.
I long for community - a small group, a tribe, united in not just common goals but also common views.
I long for the absence of rulers, politicians, beaurocrats, and everything those people stand for.
I long for clean air, clean water.
I long to use my own feet to walk, feel the ground under me, to be unseparated from the earth by a rubber and plastic “sole”, but instead to craft my own shoes from things of the earth itself.
I long for a sky without airplanes, a morning without the hum of automobiles.
I long for a day free from seeing the confused sadness of the other people around me - knowing they miss something but not knowing what it is they miss.
I’d give up the extra lifespan for those qualities of life. I’d take disease and hardship for the challenge of reliance on myself and the few around me.
We made a mistake. Convenience is not worth this loss. Living to 80-90 only to be bedridden by dementia is not worth the loss. Living to 65 only to realize your life was spent in pursuit of retirement and then you were too old to truly enjoy retirement is not worth the loss.
As I lay dying, I want to be fulfilled that I lived a good life.
Brothers and sisters, the Earth is dying. We have slain her. Our numbers, our lifestyle, our comfort, our convenience, our wants, our technology, our progress - these were the murder weapons.
What is a comfortable life, a convenient life, when such evil is wrought from it? A sin against nature, a sin against self.
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• Hiii Im Jade
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•Other main deities I worship: Thor,Odin,Freyr,Skadi,Njördr
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I hear you Thor
Above on high
Cross clouds and thunder
That fill the skyWatch me, watch me
Oh Storming Lord
Guard now my sleep
With shield and sword
New print available in our shop! Hand-pulled screenprint with extremely long lasting eco-friendly inks, available in a variety of colours.
This print is a collaboration with the extremely talented @dyrs_hjarta_art and inspired by the Binding of Fenrir myth: you can see the huge wolf Fenrir right in the centre of the artwork, entangled by the smooth and supple fetter called Gleipnir, and gagged by a sword after he devoured the god Tyr’s hand. On the top the mask of the Allfather, Odin, and the six materials the dwarves required to forge the fetter from Svartalfheim: the sound a cat makes when it moves, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, the sinew of a bear, the breath of a fish, and the spittle of a bird. You can see the gloomy faces of two of those dwarves on both sides of the print. On the bottom, the gods are fastening Gleipnir to the boulder Gjoll and the rock Thviti.
You can read more about it directly on https://limbsdisarm.etsy.com
The print is available on t-shirt, backpatch and tote bag. DM if you have any question!
This is an inscripted runestone from the 10th century Viking age, located in the graveyard of Rimsø church, Denmark. The church itself dates back to 1150, making it one of the oldest churches of Denmark, and underneath it might also hide a former structure from the late Viking age. With its 2,30m of hight, Rimsø runestone is one of the tallest runestones in the country (there are taller ones only on Bornholm), and one of the few stones in Scandinavia erected for a woman. The stone is made of blue granite and inscripted in the Younger Futhark runic alphabeth, a reduced form of only 16 characters of the Elder Futhark, which was in use from the 2nd to the 8th century. Its inscription, partially damaged, states that “Þórir, Einráði’s brother, raised this stone in memory of his mother and … (a mother’s death) is the worst (misfortune) for a son”. Expressing feelings at the end of a runestone inscription is quite unique. Another peculiarity of this stone is that the runic text starts on the narrow side of the stone, unlike most runestones found in Europe, where it usually starts on the larger side. Rimsø runestone also stands out as this is the only runestone in Denmark with the so-called “lønskrift” scripture, where some words, four in this case, must be read in reverse.
The stone stands on a 24m large and 1.5m high tumulus that has never been archaeologically excavated. On the top of the mound, there’s a depression that could reveal the presence of a partially collapsed burial chamber, that might contain the remains of this woman. It’s not sure where the stone was originally located, if on the top of the burial mound or on its foot, and if it was part of the burial mound, but only an archaeological investigation of the complex could shed some light on their possible connection. What we know is that about 100 Danish churches stand on more ancient burial grounds, the most famous of which are in Jelling, where a church has been built between two large burial mounds, the graves of King Gorm and Queen Thyra, whose remains Harald Blåtand later moved to the first Christian church he built in Jelling. Rimsø runestone is mentioned for the first time in 1832. Until 1875 it was walled into the south side of the church near the pedestal, and in 1889 it got its present location on the mound. Until 1814 there was also another smaller runestone, which has now unfortunately disappeared.
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New print!
Hér Ferr Hafdjarfr – Here sails the Sea-Brave.
Handpulled screenprint, available as t-shirt and backpatch: https://www.etsy.com/shop/limbsdisarm
Bryggen, Bergen, Norway – Some time during the early middle ages an unknown master runer carefully carved a Juniper stick with outstanding and meaningful designs. Still incredibly evocative of that past, the stick represents a complete Viking war fleet in all its power and glory, probably ready to sail, with dragonheads and pennants dominating the scene. On the reverse side of the stick is written Hér ferr Hafdjarfr, which literally means ‘Here sails the Sea-Brave’, either meaning an entire fleet or referring to the particular name (Hafdjarfr) of a local sea-bold.
Juniper itself was definitely not a random choice for the job. Part of the cypress family, it is one of the most widespread conifers and Vikings, being seamen and adventures who spread throughout Europe and beyond, would have found it everywhere. From warm and sunny Mediterranean places to the freezing landscapes of Norway, Greenland and Iceland, thus infusing a sense of longevity and immortality.
This print is the celebration of one of the most evocative archaeological findings in Scandinavian history and, in particular, of its Viking Age.
Longboats design by our friend @susannamascia, follow her to see more of her work!
More on my IG: https://www.instagram.com/limbsdisarm/
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