A reflection inspired by the Solstice. Musings on Fae and Vættir, Seiðr and Sidhe, Odin and Jörð. How these funnel into workable living traditions. And why I think Earth is a highly underrated and much needed Goddess today.
My first attempt in a very long while at writing Asatru fiction. I wrote this as a tributary during the week of Winterfinding, or Mason. I have worked some rationale into the narrative, but I suspect some of my regular readers will see at once the converging influences I have used as inspiration. Feel free to question or comment if you're moved to. No spoilers, you'll have to read. Or not. Boats and dinghies.
:ᛁ᛫ᚪᛚᛋᛟ᛫ᚦᛁᚾᛣ᛫ᛁᛏ᛫ᛈᚪᛄᛋ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᛚᛟᛟᛣ᛫ᚪᛏ᛫ᛡᚱᛗᚢᚾᚷᚪᚾᛞ᛫ᚾᛟᛏ᛫ᚪᛋ᛫ᛋᛟᛗᛖ᛫ᚻᛠᚹᛖᚾᛚᚣ᛫ᛖᚹᛁᛚ᛫ᛒᚢᛏ᛫ᚪᛋ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᛟᛞ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᛋᚾᚪᛣᛖᛋ+ᚪᛋ᛫ᚹᛟᛞᛖᚾ᛫ᛒᛖᚳᛟᛗᛖᛋ᛫ᚪ᛫ᛋᚾᚪᛣᛖ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᛋᛖᛖᛣ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᛟᛞᛞᛖᛋᛋ + σοφία ᛫ᛁᚾ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᛠᚱᚦ:
Trigger Warning: this will likely only appeal to Palæolithic Enthusiasts or fans of the mighty Architect. And Agent Rick, whom I'm sure enjoys being brain-raped weekly. By me, your host. I digress.
Something of an Ode to Our Lady of Dordogne, the Venus of Laussel and all her hypostases in the Palæolithic world. How I think she bridges the gap to Asatru (and other) today, and maybe why Scarlet should frankly give a damn. Or not. Whatever floats your boat or sinks your dinghy. Links for the autistic are enclosed. Drink the Horn, bigot.
A bit about how specific strains within the American Asatru "spectrum" can stimulate Ethnogenesis compounded over time. Ethnogenesis being the making of a stable phenotype.
See also: Folk Soul & Amerimutt.
A bit about offering and giving, or Blòt, in the personal finance of spirituality. What follows is my personal juju, it reflects no person or religion but my own. Trigger warning: triggers. Whatever.