New Book “Freyr’s Aett” Now Available!

This book is the first of a 3-part analysis of the deeper meanings hidden within the runes of the Elder Futhark. Through various avenues of mythology, language, and history, we will expand the scope and meanings present in each rune as it moves through time and culture. We will explore well known runic theories, as well as delve into uncharted and obscure territory that is meant to leave the reader with the sense of “vastness” present in each individual rune.

Throughout the project, we will examine common themes, philosophical musings, and an overall expansion of the deeper connotations that each rune encompasses. We will examine direct connections to the god Freyr and discuss many other deities present in this specific row of runes. Although the basics of rune theory are covered here as well, I don’t necessarily recommend this book to beginners or people new to Germanic Paganism. The reason being, is that this book may offer “too much information” and overwhelm someone without prior foundation in this esoteric system.

For beginners, I would recommend picking up my first rune book “Runes, Bindrunes and Hahalruna: European Sorcery and Divination”. That book will give you a good introduction to the runes while offering glimpses into cryptic aspects inherent in each one. It gives multiple angles one can view each rune from based on one’s experience and how one identifies with the initial word, shape, and sound of each rune. However, if dedicated and willing, this book can be approached first and may open many doors for your future research and practice.

Focus, Compassion, Development

How many cataclysms happen within the seed before it sprouts, how many obstacles before the flower blooms?

Keep your head up, focus on your goals.

Be kind to your fellow man.

We all struggle, we all experience suffering.

There’s no need to add to this Karmic weight.

The war is against ourselves, not the world.

Hailaz / Namaste

Custom Runes and Bindrunes

I make runes nearly everyday. It keeps them fresh in my mind and allows me to express divine concepts through simple symbology.

With runes (and bindrunes) one can essentially deliver ideas to a fellow initiate without words; a language of its own based on the culture of those using them. This is the premise of all symbolism; the transfer of immense amounts of knowledge through very simple forms.

Here, we have a bindrune symbolizing Odin’s sacrifice on the Great Tree, where after 9 nights, he falls “screaming,” receiving the secrets of the runes. A gift for a gift (sacrifice).

Broken down we have :

ᛇ – Eihwaz (Yggdrasil, Axis Mundi, World Tree)

ᚬ – Oss (The hanging god, Odin)

ᚼ – Hagal (Hail, transformation, change)

ᚷ – Gebo (Gift, sacrifice, exchange)

If you want this, contact me. It’s made on Norway Spruce harvested from our land. If you want something custom of your own design, I would be honored to make it a physical reality. I have access to many kinds of wood, many of which are already processed and cured.

I have many runesets available as well. These include Elder Futhark, Younger and Anglo-Saxon Futhorcs. Adalruna sets are available as well, all on various wood types.

Hailaz

Family, Tribe, Skill

A lot of people these days are hungry for community, camaraderie, freedom, tribe, etc…

These are all good things to want and to ultimately strive for; especially when paired with a regular sacrificing of everything that doesn’t align itself with this vision.

However, for those who are seeking for this “group,” it is wise to not only find the correct group or collective to engage with, but when we do, the most important thing is not to ask “what this group can do for me,” but rather, “why does the particular group need me to become a part of it?”

If you can answer the second part easily, you will have no issue in your ascension within any group. If you can’t, you will have to acquire this sense on your own if you wish to gain importance within said group.

Shagbark Hickory

The tree we chose to represent our Irminsul/Yggdrasil is located in the dead center of our property and is one of the oldest trees still remaining after the years of logging, oil drilling, and neglect the land has experienced.

The Shagbark Hickory tree, as someone who came from the West coast, was one of the first trees I noticed around my new home in the East, being highly mysterious and eerie looking, especially in the fall and winter. It’s many knots, “shaggy” bark, holes and twists make it look like something out of a Halloween movie, it just needs an owl and some bats…

These trees can live around 350 years and grow up to 100 feet tall. They produce delicious edible fruit (nuts) that resemble the pecan in texture and flavor. The native tribes who had access to this tree used it for a variety of food products, including milk, flavorings, and bread. It is also a choice wood for smoking meat.

Just like the Germanic tribes favored Ash for weapons and tools, some Native Americans used these trees for weapons, tools, arrows, bows and drumsticks. The bark was also used to flavor a maple syrup alternative.

The Seneca Indians associate these trees with the dead and bringing the dead back to life. It’s said that one could leave the bones of the dead beneath the tree and essentially threaten them to become resurrected lest they be crushed by the limbs of the hickory tree.

Once you see one of these interesting trees it’s hard to not recognize them everywhere. The Shagbark Hickory, in particular, because of its flowing, shaggy, disheveled bark that is signature to their character. This trait, however, is only found amongst mature trees, usually over 20 years old. Until then, the bark remains very smooth, similar to beech.

If you live in the Eastern United States, from Texas to Maine, it is likely you have one of these trees around. I recommend to everyone who has access to one of these awesome trees to sit with one, observe it, experiment with one of its related products, and enjoy its unique character amongst the other trees of the woods.

Runic Possession

Fe can be prison,

If one isn’t wise,

For all of desire,

Wears its’ disguise,

If made in masses,

One takes his chances,

Without it he would-

Most certainly rot.

Ur is the kettle,

Steaming on fire,

Screaming with fury,

Sounds of creation,

Hoof in the soil,

Horns up at heaven,

Creature of mighty,

Ancient endurance.

Thurs are the native,

Gods of the soil,

Forces of chaos,

Darkness and wisdom,

Dwell in the forest,

The heart of the stone,

Archaic shield,

The hammer and thorn.

Oss is the Daemon

The core of the Self

Krishna and Shiva

Internal and all

8 legs of terror

Carry the father

Dispenser of gifts

Of breath, art, and war.

Reid is the motion,

Tempo and rhythm,

Commanding order,

Under the cosmos,

Following patterns,

Internal cycles,

Around and around,

Again, and again.

Kaun will destroy you,

If fearful you live,

Attachment to flesh,

Makes it burn that much more,

Let your soul go free,

To the Gods give thee,

If one will control,

This holy fire.

Hagal is hardship,

When water has died,

Fall from the heavens,

A crystal disguise,

Beauty wreaks havoc,

On those unaware,

New life is stirring,

Under broken stalks.

Naud is the nail,

That pierces the soul,

Trial and error,

Ignite the fire,

Conquering spirit,

Sheer force of the Will,

Closer and closer,

To the gates of Hel.

Is is the frozen,

Stillness of being,

The Gods of decay,

Less potent against,

Moving with cosmos,

Ebbing and flowing,

Far in the distance,

Before there was time.

Ar is the pleasant,

Harvest of riches,

A potent symbol,

The rune after 9,

Prosperity comes,

Prosperity goes,

Years like to travel,

Wheels on the road.

Sol burns with fury,

The powerful flame,

Vanquish the darkness,

I call on your name,

Sunna the shining,

Goddess of fire,

Destroy every woe,

And weakness within.

Tyr is God and judge,

Godi of justice,

Father of daylight,

Loyal and mighty,

A prophetic doom,

Beset you when He,

The God of the hanged,

Brought forth the old witch.

Bjarkan makes mighty-

Men fall to their knees,

The goddess of Hel,

Her half that is life,

Medicinal tree,

A beauty to see,

Below these old roots,

The dead call to me.

Madr is stretching,

Arms towards the sky,

It is said that man-

Once came from two trees,

They washed up on shore,

With no shape or form,

Till the 3-faced God,

Brought them their honor.

Lagu is the night,

The moon and the tide,

Expansive and deep,

Mysterious world,

The sanguine water,

A formless life-force,

That which also drowns

Touches all that breathes.

Yr is Yggdrasil,

The evergreen tree,

A symbol of life,

Concealing death,

Connecting the worlds,

Of heaven and Hel,

Mirror the cosmos,

Map of ancient space.

Loss, Attachment, and Fairness

When one loses a child, they sometimes fall victim to negative thought patterns. Usually, this would be associated with the attachment one has to “fairness” in life, or what one believes they deserve or have earned.

These laws and concerns are not present in nature, fairness is not to be determined by man. Nature has its own goals, the gods we’ve named in it have their own motives.

When death takes the ones we love, the ones we cherish, it is for its own reasons. When one understands this, life’s “tragedies” seem less so, as beauty resides in all of existence.

Every experience is a conscious validation of existence, a root from us into the very being of the Earth; a link between ground and sky. Whether we believe it or not, the things that are presented to us in life are the things we are meant to have; the lessons we must learn, the wisdom we must gain.

When things that are “unfair” beset us, it is a balancing within natures framework; cause and effect, the chains of karma. Life will ebb and flow like the tides, eternally returning, eternally disappearing.

“Fairness” only resides in the minds of men, and it’s wise to detach oneself from its fetters.

That which is fair, is what is. 

Nothing more, nothing less.

Happy birthday little one.

ᛉ 7/8 ᛣ

ᚲ : ᛋ : ᛃ

A Few Word Origins for Pagan Diviners

What is a Druid?

On the surface, we know Druids as ones who were/are among a certain group of Celtic priests, specific almost solely to the island of Ireland. These sorcerers were known to carry out the sacrifices and were known for their strict means of initiation; comprised of history, science, law, mythology, astronomy, and language. When we take a trip back in time linguistically, we come across the proto-Celtic words daru (oak) and windeti (to know, see), joined in the word druwits meaning “wise person,” or more specifically, “oak knower.” These words stem from earlier forms of the proto-Indo-European words dóru (tree) and weyd (to see), together as dóruweyd, which literally translates to “tree seer” or “tree knower.” As much as the druids were known for their sorcery, a key component of their characteristics lies in their knowledge of trees; their qualities, names and uses. Their writing system was known as Ogham, with each character also representing the name of a tree, hence it also being known as a “tree alphabet.”

What is a Godi?

A godi (goði) is a holy man or priest figure of the old Pagan north; invokers of the gods, custodians and facilitators of the Thing (þing). They were usually identified with jarls, chiefs, and landowners. When searching for origins in this word, we find ourselves first passing through the Gothic gudjô (pagan priest and custodian of temples, responsible for sacrifices) and eventually leading us to the proto-Indo-European ǵʰutós (to pour, libate, invoke). In pre-Christian Germanic culture, one poured libation to gods as sacred offerings, likely a remnant of the Soma ritual from Vedic literature. Godi also has its origin in the Gothic name for Odin as Gaut(az), where we are given an image of one that “flows” or “pours” out. Whether this is the ancient Odinic force of development or the entire population of people “flowing out” of the homeland is not entirely certain in this context. However, we know Odin as the ancient Godi, he who sacrifices himself to himself in a grand system of shamanic self-development. Odin (the operant) pours to his higher form, as the godi pours to Odin within him.

What is a Volva?

In Old Norse we have the term völva meaning prophetess, seeress, witch, wise woman etc. This word specifically relates to woman as opposed to many other terms delegating a person with “magical” ability. This word comes from a root word in proto-Germanic waluz (staff,stick) and an even older proto-Indo-European word welH- (to turn, wind, roll). Here we see an image start to solidify of a female “witch” figure can turn, wind, and roll the webs of fate. The association with a staff or stick can be contributed to “broomsticks” or wands of the classical witch, but in this context, one could assume that this connection alludes to the purported horse phallus preserved in herbs that was said to be consulted by these women for divine prophecy. Regardless, even Odin seeks the wisdom and knowledge of the ancient volva in ‘Völuspá,’ as it is with these primordial beings that cold, ancient, objective forms of knowledge are locked, trapped in their memories and experience of ages past.

Rune Ruminations

:

Lords of wealth,

And Earthly stride,

Pave the way,

Where wagons ride.

:

Drinking from,

Those robust horns,

Wild, merry,

Fighting forms.

:

Building high,

Crumbling low,

Bushes prick,

Protect from foe.

:

In the chest,

There lies a flame,

Howling wind,

Calls the name.

:

While in motion,

Keeping wits,

Travel far,

On land or ship.

:

On the wall,

The iron holds,

Illumination,

Of the soul.

:

Equal arms,

And roads to cross,

Giving and-

Accepting loss.

:

When one sits,

In total silence,

Peaceful sky,

And setting sun.

:

A sudden change,

To rouse the soul,

Under toil,

Life unfolds.

:

The lesson learned,

The wisdom gained,

From times of strife,

From times of strain.

:

That which blocks,

Can also shine,

Stillness heals,

And also binds.

:

Round and round,

The wheel turns,

Largest fests,

And wood to burn.

:

High and low,

Our arms in each,

Up and down,

Is all in reach.

:

Roll the dice,

Already known,

By the well,

There sits a crone.

:

Alert to all,

Wind or squall,

Blood rushes,

Antlers tall.

:

Sword of light,

Bolt on high,

Shine your rays,

From cloudless skies.

:

Measures made,

And painful trades,

Wars to win,

And debts to pay.

:

Silver, yellow-

Black and white,

To gaze upon,

In pure delight.

:

Trust in friend,

And never foe,

Ones we move with,

Bonds that grow.

:

Two wishes,

One reward,

Bridge of gaps,

Connecting fjords.

:

Roads upon,

All things connect,

The higher world,

And darkest depths.

:

Enclosed within,

A hidden space,

Seeds were sown,

Now taking shape.

:

Holy home,

Within the blood,

Sacred space,

From fire or flood.

:

At the end,

There shines a light,

Decimation,

Of the night.