Bragi is the God of poetry in Norse mythology. Bragi is associated with bragr, the Norse
word for poetry. He is occasionally
known as the "Long-bearded one".
He is renowned for wisdom and most of all for fluency of speech and
skill with words. Bragi is regarded as a
son of Odin and Frigg, and his wife is Idunn.
He can be appealed to for poets, writing, eloquence, peace, diplomats
and music. And can be befriended by
helping starving musicians and writers.
Or by going to a musical or trying a new art type.
As soon as Bragi was born in the stalactite-hung cave where
Odin had won Gunlod's affections, the dwarfs presented him with a magical
golden harp, and setting him on one of their own vessels they sent him out into
the wide world. As the boat gently passed
out of subterranean darkness Bragi, who until then had shown no signs of life,
suddenly sat up, and seizing the golden harp beside him, he began to sing the
wondrous song of life. Which rose at
times to Asgard and then sank down to the realm of Helheim.
Color: orange, multi-colored
Day: Wednesday
Incense: sandalwood, storax
Plant: beech, fern, lily of the valley
Pronunciation: 'Bray-gee' (Bragi)
Rulership: arts, music, poetry, song
Runes: Ansuz, Gebo, Mannaz, Othala
Stone: agate, carnelian
Symbol: harp, book, poetry
Bragi
Lord of Poetry
Valhalla’s skald
Rune-Tongued Bard
Husband of Idunna
Speak your words
Sing the Songs
Spin the Sagas
Recite the Riddles
Tell the Tales
Valhalla’s skald
Rune-Tongued Bard
Husband of Idunna
Speak your words
Sing the Songs
Spin the Sagas
Recite the Riddles
Tell the Tales
Long bearded God
Inspire the skalds
of this World
Inspire the skalds
of this World
Grant them Clever wit
Grant them Wisdom
Grant them Knowledge
Grant them Wisdom
Grant them Knowledge
It is a new day for the folk
New Sagas need to be wrote
New Songs need to be sung
New Tales need to be told
New Songs need to be sung
New Tales need to be told
The next generation needs to
remember
Those who have come before them
Those who have come before them
~ Wolf Helser
Bragi's Gifts
He is the Giver of
Inspiration to poets,
To writers and all those who work with words.
He is the gift of the One Right Word,
The phrase sharp as a spearpoint that goes
To the heart of the matter, that makes the eyes
Light up in the listener's face. He is the story
Told and told well, dancing in pictures
To writers and all those who work with words.
He is the gift of the One Right Word,
The phrase sharp as a spearpoint that goes
To the heart of the matter, that makes the eyes
Light up in the listener's face. He is the story
Told and told well, dancing in pictures
Through the minds of the
audience. He is the music
That wends its way from mind to pen to paper,
And then to the fingers flying on strings,
The breath that blows through flute and pipe.
He is the wordless skill of the tune, the rhythm
That sets the body moving, the head nodding.
He is the breath, too, that flies over the crowd,
Given shape with speech, forcing men to listen,
To hear, to think, to act on those words.
As his sire is the in-breath, so he is the out-breath,
The exhalation that brings change to the world.
That wends its way from mind to pen to paper,
And then to the fingers flying on strings,
The breath that blows through flute and pipe.
He is the wordless skill of the tune, the rhythm
That sets the body moving, the head nodding.
He is the breath, too, that flies over the crowd,
Given shape with speech, forcing men to listen,
To hear, to think, to act on those words.
As his sire is the in-breath, so he is the out-breath,
The exhalation that brings change to the world.
~ Raven
Kaldera
Ode to Bragi
Skald Bragi, guide my
instrument and make it sharp
Make my words cut deep and play the part
My fellow poet, help my kennings grow before me
Unleash my soul and set it free with beautiful poetry
Make my words cut deep and play the part
My fellow poet, help my kennings grow before me
Unleash my soul and set it free with beautiful poetry
In the name of Bragi I write
such conflagration
It drips off the tongue like the best salutation
Squeezing my brain to get the very best result
Swinging the gates free to open the one true vault.
It drips off the tongue like the best salutation
Squeezing my brain to get the very best result
Swinging the gates free to open the one true vault.
~ Skirar
Silfrinlogi
Invoking
Bragi’s Blessing Before Public Speaking
Hail to the Skald of Skalds!
Lend me your gift, O fair-speaker,
Lend me your confidence, O Poet,
Lend me your tongue, O talented one,
That I might do good in the world.
Lend me your gift, O fair-speaker,
Lend me your confidence, O Poet,
Lend me your tongue, O talented one,
That I might do good in the world.
~ Raven Kaldera
In the Havamal, stanza 4, "When a guest comes, he will need food and
drink. Give a warm welcome, friendly
speech, and listen to his tales."
If you were a host, it was considered polite to let your guest do most
of the talking. And as the guest, it was
found to be rude not to do most of the talking. For the Ancient Norse, talking was a way to
get the news and hear about things going on beyond the village.
All human interaction is
framed in words. The words we use to
explain ourselves, the words that others use to define us, the stories we tell,
and the values we pass on from generation to generation. Words are magic so potent that the All-father
Odin hung for nine days to bring the runic letters and stayed three days in
captivity to bring us the mead of poetry.
We are our words, and we should always be mindful of the things we say,
and how others will receive them.
Bragi is one of the few Gods who are welcome in any World by any
type. Rather than being a warrior, he is
a speaker for peace and a diplomat. He
wanders the Nine Worlds, welcomed joyfully into the halls of Aesir, Vanir,
Jotun, Duergar, Alfar both light and dark, and sometimes that of unaware humans. Bragi doesn't show up in any of the major
myths or even the myth of Ragnarok.
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