Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Esbat Wane Moon


Esbat Wane Moon


The Hunters Moon is sometimes called the Blood Moon in October.  The leaves are falling from trees, the deer are fattened and it’s time to begin storing up meat for the long winter ahead.  It is a Moon of new goals, protection, resolution and spirituality.  The night of the Hunters Moon is a great time for divination of any kind.  At this time of year all of nature is making ready for winter. 



This is a time to reflect on what you did during the year and to evaluate your accomplishments.  Plan a ritual to remember those who have passed from this world and be sure to make an offering to them.  The waning phase is a time for turning inward and reflecting. It is a time for reaping what was put forth in the waxing phase of the moon. The waning phase is often used for banishing rituals.


October is a time of transition as the earth prepares for winter’s rest and we prepare for our journey through the dark of the year. At night there’s a chill in the air. The leaves of trees have blazed to their full autumn splendor and are drifting away on the wind. This is the time of Hecate, Cerridwen - the Dark Mothers who stands alone. This is the time to contemplate the cycle of life, death and rebirth.

2 white altar candles
1 black candle
1 pink candle
Sage, frankincense or myrrh incense (for clearing)
many small pieces of paper & a pen

Ritual Bath: Add salt to the water, or tie the following herbs in a small piece of cloth: hyssop, lavender and rosemary. Run under faucet.

As you inhale the aroma of the steaming herbs, visualize the steam breaking up any tension in your body, and exhale. Ask your body and spirit to release any thought forms that are not in accordance with your highest potential, and be willing to look at where you might be harboring doubt, suspicion, or fear.

With each inhale, affirm that you are breathing in the healing energies of the Universe, and that you can transform yourself through meditation, patience and faith.

With each exhale, affirm that the outmoded thought forms are transformed into new energy that can be utilized for growth. Let the old energy go down the drain and return to the altar, out under the moon if possible.

Light your white altar candles and incense. They are symbolic of peace, truth and protection. Meditate for a few minutes on what that means to you personally. Is there anything in your life now that is not in sync with your personal truth?

Light the black candle. The color black is an absence of color, and therefore absorbs... the black candle will represent the absorbing/transforming power of the dark moon, and as we work with it, imagine the pain or anger being pulled out of you and absorbed and transformed by the energy that is symbolized by the black candle.

Take a small piece of paper, and write with as much emotion as you can build one thing you want to release / transform.

Light one corner of the paper, and immediately drop it into a flameproof / heatproof dish (a large ashtray or a ceramic pot with some soil on the bottom would be ideal). When working with fire use caution.

Repeat with any and all emotions, fears, resentments, gripes, angers, resentments, excuses, obligations, etc. etc. etc... Until you feel clear! If you still feel bad, keep going for a while!

When you've cried, griped etc as much as you can stand, put out the black candle.

Light the pink candle. Put on your favorite music: something that makes you feel energized, happy and motivated! Now you need to focus on filling up the spaces left where the old pain was! Time to fill it in with the
affirmations of your choice... Affirmations are positive, specific statements. They help you visualize, and believe in, what you're affirming to yourself, helping you to make positive changes.



Always write affirmations in the present tense! Keep repeating them over and over until you feel great! Grounding the moment and yourself.

When you are finished, put out the pink candle, and save it and the black candle until the next time you do this exercise.



As with anything Wiccan and Pagan, there isn't really a right or wrong way to do things. It's much more about listening to your body and soul and feel your way through life.  Some people have preferences of which moon cycle they like best so experiment to find out which ones you like best.


















Sunday, October 9, 2016

Norns


The Norns of the Norse Mythology are three old hags by the names of Urd (fate), Skuld (necessity) and Verdandi (being).  They live beneath the roots of Yggdrasil, where they weave the tapestry of Fates or Wyrd.  Each man's and woman's life is a string in their loom, and the length of the string is the duration of a person's life.  Their friendship can be honored by teaching or learning a craft, especially carving or weaving.


The Norns are often depicted as ancient women who hide their appearances underneath a hooded cloak, and can see the past, the present, and all possible futures with ease.  Others describe them as three maidens and their carvings consist of runes or weavings.  They most likely cycle through ages just as the well does.  They live around the Well of Urdr in Asgard and see to it that the fates of mortals and Gods alike are weaved according to plan.  Thus, the Norns are said to wield tremendous power that is respected even by God Odin.

The Gods have their own threads, though the Norns do not let the Gods see those.  This clear subjection of the Gods to a power outside their control and the implication that they, too, will have an end are major themes of the literature surrounding the mythology.  They can be appealed to for karma, fate, past, present and future.

And this is just a snippet of what can be found in, 'Who Are Your Divine Friends?'.

 

Correspondences:

Abode: Well of Urdr

Rulership: Fate, Destiny, Wyrd

 

Trialogue

What you have spun, I will weave it;
a single thread´s such a lonely thing.

What you have woven, I´ll cut it;
what use is your work if it´s never done ?

What you have cut, I will tear, comb and spin;
it´s fit for another round on the wheel.

~ Michaela Macha

 


A Thread From The Loom

Moons before the tides of time
Twisted in its cosmic rhyme
Here the fledging seed is sprung
From thoughts of Wyrd hence are spun

All the gods and all of man
Bound in threads at their hands
Long before the Midgarths make
They, them the sisters three of fate

To love or loath the pattern wove
To walk the line or trip the thread
Urd knows and Skuld bares death
Verdandi elusive in a moment's breath

All the gods and all of man
Bound together the master plan
We forge our way through 9 worlds lay
All from a glimpse here today

~ M Odinsdatter

 

Sisters Wyrd

Sisters Wyrd
weave the web upon the loom
tangled strands; coming doom
vibrant - glaring - dark and subdued
strands distinct and different hued.

Men - Giants - Gods....their beauty and their horror
all woven together now until forever
upon the loom the sisters weave.
Do you believe...?

I saw this once long ago....
on a distant night
But I mistook the web and called it God
blending all the colors into white.

Tried to lighten the shade of my own thread
Clean and scrub the glaring red.
But I tell you it was all a lie
with nothing there to glorify!

No pattern to behold
give me back the Gods of old.
Explode with color; drench my soul
descend upon the rainbow.

~ Matilda Marks

 


The Three Maidens

Cold and heartless, they number just three,
Those maidens who live close by the ash tree,
That grows evergreen beside the holy spring.
Songs of the past, present, and future they sing.

They show no emotions, never happy or sad,
These Norns are not good, but neither so bad.
Stoically they weave the lives for all men,
With each new birth, again and again.

They are maidens of death, but also of life,
They spin together love, misery, war and strife.
Their gossamer thread they embed in our souls,
They provide us our laws, our lives, our roles.

Urd, Skuld, and Verdandi, these are their names,
They weave out our lives, our destiny on their frames.
Forever they sit and work at their loom,
Until Ragnarok comes, that ultimate doom.

~Glenn Bergen, 2011

 

Guardians of Fate

Three sit at the foot of the World Tree,
at Wyrd´s Well since the dawn of time
They water the roots of Yggdrasil
Norns these Ladies are called.

Together they guard, they watch, they govern
The threads of fate run through their hands
Black Urd guards that which has been.

Together they spin, they measure, they cut
Tender the web, but not torn ere its time
Red Verdandi guards that which becomes.

Together they know, they keep, they ken
Everything flowing, coming and going - they stay
White Skuld guards that which will be.

Together they guard, they watch, they govern
Black they are, red they are, white they are
Together they spin, they measure, they cut
Black they are, red they are, white they are
Together they know, they keep, they ken
Black they are, red they are, white they are
Norns they call the Ladies of Fate.

~ Original "Hüterinnen des Schicksals": Michael Schütz

 


A common misconception is that the destiny woven or carved by the Norns is final and unalterable, as in the Greek concept of fate.  The Norse model of fate, however, is far more dynamic and volatile than this and leaves ample room for an individual in the shaping of destiny.  The words of the Norns are not absolute.

The starting point for understanding the Germanic view of destiny is the mythological image of Yggdrasil and the Well of Urdr.  Yggdrasil is a tree that stands at the center of the cosmos and holds the Nine Worlds, the dwelling-places of humans, Gods, and all other beings, in its branches and roots.  It grows from the wells.  Water is central to the image; the waters of the wells nourish the tree, whose evergreen leaves then shed dewdrops into the well.

The water cycle in this model expresses a circular passage of time.  The Urdr Well, which corresponds to the past, influences the growth of the tree, which corresponds to the present.  But then, unlike in our modern linear conception of time, the present then returns to the past – even retroactively changing it.  This is the significance of the dewdrops that fall back into the Well. 

The Norns may be the shapers of luck, but they are far from the only beings capable of altering the course of destiny as it flows through the Well of Urdr and Yggdrasil.  All life is an interconnected web, where the slightest thrumming of one strand can cause the whole web to tremble.

 













 

 


 

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Elli


There are a lot of powerful Goddesses to be found in Norse mythology, but Elli was nicknamed 'the Giant Crone'.  She is a very tall, matronly old woman with long, loose white hair and wrinkled features.  Elli used a long walking staff.  She challenged the God Thor to a wrestling match - and won.  To be fair to Thor though, the whole thing turned out to be a bit of a trick.  Elli, although the weakest of the giantesses of Utgard, was the personification of old age. 
 


Simply attempting to face off against the personification of old age is daunting.  Limbs turn weak, and the heart grows cold as the thoughts of inevitable mortality creep into the mind, even to a God.  Elli strikes an opponent, rapidly draining their strength for a period.  The longer they remain near her, the stronger the effect becomes until they succumb.

This can serve as a valuable lesson not to underestimate senior citizens.  We often think of the elderly as unfit, forgetful and out of touch with modern times, but they have a wealth of knowledge and can often give good advice.  They are also not necessarily as helpless as we imagine.  There is a good story online of this point.  It was about a shoplifter who had been apprehended.  The manager shouted "Stop! Thief!", as the criminal ran to the door with something he had stolen.  The shoplifter tried to barge past an old lady without thinking.  But it turned out the pensioner had a belt in Judo.  She grabbed the thief's arm, twisted it and in an instant he was on the floor.
And this is just a snippet of what can be found in, 'Who Are Your Divine Friends?'.
 
Correspondences:
Color: black, grey, white
Rulership: old age, wisdom, strength
Runes: Uruz, Stan, Perthro
Symbol: clock, elder
 
Healing Prayer to the Gods
Thor, support me to get my strength back,
Give me good stamina and staying power.
Frigga, grant me comfort under your cloak,
Give me trust in the doctors and my self-healing powers.
Sif, lend me the life force to rejoice in small steps of recovery.
Eir, grant me relief, let healing fully unfold.
Community of the Gods, give everyone around me courage and confidence;
In your company, everything is lightened and eased.
~ German original "Göttergebet um Heilung": Michael Schütz
 
Grandmother
On the hillside drear
The fir tree dies
All bootless its needles and bark
So falls she who birthed the one
Who likewise brought forth me.
Cattle die
Kinsmen die
And so dies oneself
But what seeds have sprung from what is lost
May feel the sun return
Prepare the grave
Lay down the bones
Let the ice winds take your tears
Let daughters take up mother’s tasks
As mothers to daughters return
Crone to Disir pass with death
Maiden to Mother with birth
Mother to Crone with wisdom learned
As the wheel of time still turns.
On the hillside drear
A fir grove stands
Its needles richly green
Sheltering heart in its center marks
Where the mother of all has been.
~ John T Mainer
 

Ancestors
Ancestors are family
From days long past
Maidens and Men
Mothers and Fathers
Grandmothers and Grandfathers
Warriors, Farmers, Poets, and Priests
Weavers, Tailors, Brewers, and Bricklayers
They lived in lands far, far away
Feasts and Festivals on Midsummer’s Day
They lived and died, as we all must do
With each generation born to follow threw
And down through time we are connected still
Blood to blood and the Gods will
Close as a shadow and yet forever apart
Listen closely and you can hear their heart
You may not know their names
But rest assured, they know yours
Watching over the family
At the edge of Midgard’s shores
~ Wolf Helser
 
The Old Ones
Old ones laying in the lichyard
Under mound and tree and stone
I hear Your sacred Voices
I hear the call in Home
The bones sunk deep in earth
The ashes scattered wide
I seek Your sacred places
Where Your spirits still abide
Disir and Vaettir, ancient Trees
Whose roots reach so far down
I am here and listening
Where You all are found
~ Sarenth Odinsson
 
Being underestimated can be a good thing.  You may have people in your life who think you are a lot less than you are, but you are going to surprise them.  When people underestimate you, don't let it get to you; stand up and let them know that they're wrong.  Stay positive and concentrate on yourself.
Elli is appealed to for old age, wisdom, elders, and strength.  Honor her friendship by volunteering at an elder home or by serving meals at a shelter.  Elli is not mentioned in any other extant source but the notion that not even the Gods are immune to the effects of aging is supported by the fact that they must consume the apples of Idunn on a regular basis in order to remain young.