Addressing the “etin” in the room…

Before I start posting about the various Fall traditions, I wanted to add a quick post about a topic no one likes to hear about, which makes it important to discuss anyway. And while I recognize that it should be a given if you know me or read any of my material, I feel that saying it out loud, bluntly, is the best course of action.

Heathenry, by its many names, has the sad fate to be linked to extremists who try to make it a “white only” type of religion. Not only is this racist, and bigoted, it’s also quite ludicrous. If you would like to read a well-written, IMO, text on the history of Norse beliefs through the centuries I would like to recommend From Asgard to Valhalla by Heather O’Donoghue. It’s a short read at 232 pages written by an academic very knowledgeable in the field. You can generally find it on Amazon for just a few dollars in paperback, and most libraries either carry it or can get it through inter-library loan. It was originally written in 2008 so you will have to forgive the 15-year gap in data. However, her writing is accessible even to non-academic types, giving a well thought out accounting of the history of the Norse Myths. I mention this text because there is an entire section that outlines how these myths became associated with Germanic Nationalism and eventually to white supremacists. Give it a read.

Anyone that has really dived into the cosmology of the Norse myths realizes that the very idea of such a closed-minded viewpoint is not sustainable in the lore. We have deities and spirits who are gender-fluid, entities who are probably not entirely heterosexual, shape-shifters, deities who blur the line of gender-specific roles (I’m looking at you, One-Eye), and best of all – deities who aren’t white. Yep, you heard me. We have deities who aren’t pasty-glow-in-the-dark white people. For the purposes of this blog, whenever I refer to races I am going to be inferring skin tones that are African or European. Technically, most of the deities have either married into, or had children, with different mixed races but since these crazy extremists like to make things about skin color we will focus on that.

Nótt is the Goddess of the Night. In the Poetic Edda she is referred to as:  “night” by mankind, “darkness” by the gods, “the masker” by the mighty Powers, “unlight” by the jötunn, “joy-of-sleep” by the elves, while dwarves call her “dream-Njörun” in the poem Alvíssmál. How we know she wasn’t white is the description that Snorri Sturlusson gives us in the Prose Edda, where he describes her as “black and swarthy” in Chapter 10. Black? Swarthy? Doesn’t sound like a white person to me. So let’s continue on. Nótt has had three marriages according to Snorri: 

  • Naglfari, (??) who produced a son – Auðr (prosperity)
  • Annar/Ónar (Send/Another, Gaping), who produced a daughter – Jörð (Earth, bounty)
  • Dellingr (Shining One), who produced a son – Dagr (Day)

Now, not knowing the particular hue of the skin for these guys let’s take a leap of faith and presume they are at least a little bit pastier than “black” or “swarthy.” This would make any children between these fellas and Nótt bi-racial. Nótt herself may well be bi-racial as her father is listed as a Jotun and nothing is cited for her mother. However, my opinion is that her mother was a Vane making her a cousin to the House of Mundilfari. I’m getting off-track here so let’s stick to the particulars using the written texts rather than wild conjecture shall we? (I am leaving out the various academic theories on purpose.) We do not have any attestations in the existing lore that give us names for children from Auðr or Dagr so we cannot really pursue their genealogical line any further without really making stuff up.  However, we do have the name of at least one child of Jörð. Care to guess? That’s right. Our favorite hammer-wielding redhead, Þórr. Following the line of genetics here that would make Þórr a quadroon, ¼ black (Jörð) and ¾ European/white (Oðinn). [Please note that the term “quadroon” is an antiquated word from the 19th century that by itself, in a genealogical context, isn’t racist, but please don’t use it to refer to people who are multi-racial. Without their informed consent, it’s insulting and wrong!]

But he’s a redhead! Redheads are white! Um, people of African descent can be redheads too. One example is from the Disney channel’s reboot of the Willow series. There are two beautiful actresses in the cast who are clearly of multi-racial descent with red hair, freckles, and hazel eyes. This is how I picture Þórr to look like: Red-curly hair, freckles, lightly tanned skin, and hazel eyes that are more brownish/gold than greenish/gold. One of the biggest heroes of the Norse Lore is multi-racial. Take THAT white supremacists!

Counting just this familial line we have five separate beings named in the Lore who are not “white.” If you subscribe to the idea that Meili, Þórr’s brother, is also a son of Jörð then that makes six. Now add Þórr’s children, Magni, Moði, and Thruð to the mix and we are up to nine. Nine named people in the lore, in one genealogical line, that are not 100% white. I am grinning like a fool just typing that.

So here we are with lore-backed evidence showing how heathenry can never be a religion based on white gods honored solely by white people. The gods/goddesses call whomever they like and no humans should be trying to tell them otherwise. It’s just stupid to think that way. Like I said in the beginning, we shouldn’t have to keep reiterating these things but with so much hate and bigotry looking for any platform they can climb on these days it’s important that we keep doing our best to destroy their chances of absconding with our faith.

Fall Days in Norse Heathenry:

It’s that time in the Northern Hemisphere. Trees are beginning to change colors, the grass is finally dying back, the smell of the air is changing, and cooler temperatures are making their way into most of the U.S.

There are a lot of days ahead that involve celebrations, recognitions, and even gift-giving. It’s a time of fantastic connections to our paths but can also be extremely stress inducing to those with lots of responsibilities or even loss. We have all heard, or said, that the holidays are a hard time of year for many. This is true for pagans as well, especially those in mourning. The busy run-run-run, trying to arrange gatherings around family events, making time for our families, as well as time for our religious practice can be hard. Throw in the plethora of potential “high days” and it’s enough to make you say ‘bah humbug.’

Now let’s add in what to celebrate. As humans we like having familiar, even common/similar, holy days. It helps us to feel that sense of belonging to a larger community. Most, if not all, pagans have heard of the Wheel of the Year. Regardless of pantheon many of them try to adhere to that wheel as it gives structure and a feeling of tying into the seasonal changes around us. The Wheel, however, is a modern construct and is generally tied to Wicca and more specifically Celtic practices. Not that there is anything wrong with that. As a former Druid I followed this wheel idea as well and assigned my own heathen-centric focus on those days. It’s a foundation to start an individual’s journey towards helping work them out of the Abrahamic-centered worldview and into a more Pagan-centric worldview. It has a purpose, and a good one at that, but as a person grows and changes in their faith some may find it a bit out of sync.

As an individual is called, or is drawn, to working with the Northern European pantheons they are going to find that there are fewer descriptions of high days, feasts, or celebrations. We don’t have a lot preserved in our existing source material to help guide us on how to celebrate in a modern setting (existing = extant in manuscript speak 😊). A great many heathens (across different sub-septs) will do some sort of blót, sumble/sumbel/symbel, or faining each month to feast and recognize a hero of a saga, or even a holy day. I really don’t care about lifting a horn to Eirik the Red. I’ve read the Sagas and he is kind of a bully and a jerk. The whole throwing a gathering each month to toast some “hero” of those stories never rang as a true part to my individual practice. If this is something you do, and like it, that’s fantastic. I don’t want to put down anyone’s individual observances. They just aren’t for me. So what about those like me who don’t feel called to that type of heathenry?

I have seen some references, in both source materials and a few historical instances, of sacred/holy times. However, we don’t have specific dates as they worked seasonally. They also had different calendars back then which do not match up to the Gregorian we use today. In addition, we don’t have a lot of descriptions of what actually went on during these observances. With this lack of detail, we here in the modern age (21st century) must do a lot of guesswork and just making shit up as we go. Heathenry of any kind will never be a religion that can be truly reconstructed. There just aren’t enough original sources with detailed data on the religious practices still extant if they were ever written down in the first place. Considering this I have tried to throw together a basic practice for the fall months that could potentially work. Please note that these dates and seasons are specific to the Northern hemisphere, and especially to the United States as that area is where I am the most familiar.

The idea of “Fall” is not one that can be assigned to the northern climes of Scandinavia and the Nordic regions. What information we do have in the lore generally refers to two seasons:  summer and winter. The idea of four seasons that follow a 3–4-month span for each season is a modern concept based on the Gregorian calendar and the more temperate climates of the mid-lower United States and southern Europe. This band of the world does experience four seasons to some extent and generally defines them by the calendar. It’s neat and tidy. The world, and its climate, does not work that way though. The further North to the Arctic Circle, or South to the Equator, and you find the four season model tends to go out the window. All of that being said, did the far northern regions experience a Spring or a Fall? Yes. Granted, it was probably only about a week or two. From a Geological standpoint, odds are they didn’t have the 1-2-month gradual turning of the leaves and all things pumpkin that we experience here in the States. But to think there wasn’t a period that warned them winter is coming so they could bring in the harvest is incorrect. We know they had some idea of the extra seasons as we have a Spring Goddess (Eostre, Erce, sometimes Idunna). If there was someone associated directly to Fall, we have sadly lost their name to history but it would stand to reason that one existed at some point. Pagans like balance, as does the Cosmos as a whole. If you have Summer and Winter deities to balance each other, you will have Spring and Fall deities to do the same. Perhaps someone will reconstruct the language and determine a name. Or maybe the Fall deity will suddenly wake up and say, “Yo! I’m here. My name is…” Until then we just have to keep on trucking without it.

(And in case you were wondering…Mabon is a Welsh deity so giving him the name of the entire Fall Equinox seems odd to me. OH! And Lughnassadh is mis-named. That feast is not to Lugh. He created it to honor his foster mother, Tailtiu, who gave her life to end a drought in the land so the people would survive. It’s not his day so it shouldn’t be named for him. Stupid patriarchy. steps down off the soapbox)

The days I am going to give below will each get their own posts, but I wanted to list them out for those who were curious. Two of them have at least some mentions in our preserved sources, but the remainder is my cobbled together version that I try to observe in my own practice. You are welcome to try them. I won’t demand you cite me as the originator, that’s just silly. If it resonates with you, then I offer it freely.

Winter Finding – Generally the new moon nearest the Fall Equinox (either before or after) but occurs prior to Winter Nights. Time to recognize and welcome the cooler weather and the beginning of Fall. This was sometimes interchanged with Winter Nights, but I separate them. 09/14/2023 was the date this year, 10/02/2024 is the date for next year.

Winter Nights – This is generally celebrated near the full moon after the Fall Equinox. As the lunar calendar shifts each year many people celebrate this three-day festival around the middle of October. It marked the beginning of Winter for the Nordic regions. We do have a reference to this celebration in the lore. 09/29/2023 was the full moon for the observance this year, 10/17/2024 is the moon next year. I tend to hold this between the 15th and 17th of October regardless of the moon cycle.

Alfablót – Full moon after the Harvest Full moon. This is often called the Hunter’s moon and usually falls in mid-late October though it can fall in early October or early November. Celebration to honor the male ancestors of the hall/house. Alfablót is a closed feast specifically for one’s own direct male ancestors and is designed for family only. We do have a reference to this celebration in the lore. Date to observe:  10/28/2023, 10/17/2024 next year.

Samhain – this isn’t a day that is remarked upon within heathen sources. It’s a Celtic fire day that balances against the energies of Beltane in May. However, most people do use this time to honor the ancestors regardless of pantheon. For me, I have started observing 12 days of the Ancestors that begins with Samhain on October 31st and ends on November 11th (which is Veteran’s Day in the States and culminates in the recognition of those who have died in defense of our people). The time of Samhain allows one to broaden and include those that are not just blood kin as well as open their celebrations/remembrances to friends and community.

After Samhain we then enter the liminal time before resetting for Winter at Yule. More to come later.

So, apparently it´s March now

Good grief!

I have tried to get back to my writings for a few months now. Bits and pieces have floated about the ether above my head waiting for me to touch them and allow them to wash over my imagination. To be honest time is completing getting away from me. I’ve had time off and planned on writing ALL THE THINGS! And then I will either be too exhausted mentally from the 60 hours a week I am working or too many other things need my immediate attention.

There are times that living alone has been a true blessing. I have had a lot of healing to be done from the traumas of the past and if I am to be frank I still have a ways to go. The best thing that happened to me in the past five years was to move to this little house and then the COVID quarantine. I am now classified as permanent work from home which allows me to be free from the pressures of scrambling to catch a bus and the 4-5 hours of lost time in transit. Buses never go in a straight line from point A to point B. The solitude has been very good for my soul. Then a little over a year ago I disconnected from social media. Not worrying about whether people like me or if I have offended someone has removed a lot of stress from my shoulders. It was odd at first not checking FaceBook every morning and throughout the day to keep up with what people were doing. Then, after about two weeks, it stopped being weird. I would have a twinge every now and then but most of the time it was no big deal. Very few people have noticed I’m gone so it really helped to point out those that actually cared about me. Every few months I go in to my messages to see if I need to answer something but other than that I don’t go on it at all. There are only two people who regularly text me for proof of life and one of those is my cousin.

This brings me to the flip side of living alone. It can be very lonely. While most of the time I am pretty good not having people around touching my stuff, asking me annoying questions, criticizing something I have done, or just making me feel generally bad about myself in some way there are those moments when I would love to share some insight, or joke, or just share a hug with another human being. Don’t think that’s an invitation to touch me though. Touch is very personal and intimate for me. I try to be casual about it like other people but honestly it’s really difficult. If I let you touch me it’s because I feel you are safe and I like you. Violate that trust and I will avoid you like the plague. And my trust in others is VERY fragile. Reference my comments above about healing from trauma.

So I would love to have someone to share all this with, but then I think about them touching my stuff and I get twitchy. It took me a long time to start expressing myself through my decor choices. I can’t think of a single roommate situation where I was able to put anything of me out where others could see it for fear of losing a roof over my head. Any time I tried it was dismissed or belittled to where I felt I had to hide every piece of me that wasn’t quiet, bland, or some variation of white or grey. I stayed in survival mode and catered to whatever pleased others to the point where I didn’t have any idea who I truly was. I didn’t even realize that I could enjoy bolder patterns and colors until I moved here and no one could tell me no. Or that it was okay to be a little messy, or that things don’t have to match, or that my lawn doesn’t have to be ‘just so.’ I was so afraid of being abandoned and not wanted that by making myself into whatever pleased them I was essentially abandoning myself. So, yeah. Lots of processing and healing from those times are in effect.

One of the ways I work through the above is planning. I want my own homestead someday where I can have all the animals I can afford, a huge garden that is fairly self-sustaining, an orchard, my own Vé, an outdoor ritual space where if I want to be in my birthday suit under a full moon it will only scare aware the cats and bears. I don’t have that now but I dream. I keep working on paying debt while trying to learn how to homestead on a much smaller scale. I work hard and try my best to do it right. I watch my homesteading channels and when I am feeling really frisky I grab one of my beautiful books and try to get some reading done while the chickens cluck around the yard.

This site is about my spiritual work. But our spiritual lives are impacted by the day to day events and details so it is often hard to separate them. I know that this post isn’t much about following the Vanir but I have posted quite a few things in other sections today for your entertainment so allow me this more personal update. It’s all about balance.

It’s November?!

Wow. Yesterday it was just before the Spring Equinox and now I wake up and it’s freaking November! Where has this year gone?

Dear friends this past summer has been chock full of things that kept me busy and away from my website. Planning and planting a vegetable garden, setting up flower beds, hauling wood chips, building a chicken coop and run (yes, you read that right. I got chickens!!), cleaning up the yards, and doing my best to do the same in the house. Every time I thought I was good and could sit back down to write something else came up. I wish I could say that all of the above was immensely successful and I had one hel of a harvest to show for it but alas I cannot. Bugs, heat, and lack of water/irrigation meant that what should have been an amazing garden year only produced a few beans, two squash, some peppers, and a couple of small cucumbers. Instead of being down about the lack of abundance I am choosing instead to think ahead to next year and begin plotting my next attempt with several changes. But my garden is not really what this blog is about, is it?

What about all those stories I listed back in March?

To be honest, while I have a little more on the burner for them they haven’t really come together into a delicious dish of mythos just yet. Jörð share a little more but I need to have a seat with her this winter and talk out what she would like me to share. Spring through fall she is so busy in the northern hemisphere that there hasn’t been time to have a good chat. Njörð was all set for me to tell the story but Heimdall was a bit hesitant. Out of respect I will wait until he is ready. Óðr has disappeared for a bit, probably on another adventure, but I feel certain he will be making an appearance again before Twelfth Night.

To be frank, I was so preoccupied with the house and garden that I didn’t even keep up with my devotionals. I kept meaning to but I didn’t have the same draw as I did before my last post so I waited until it felt right again. Which is now, funny enough. I think to kick it off on this new moon I will add my devotional prayers to this website. I am not yet certain why I was driven away from my spiritual work for these past couple of seasons but I can’t help but think that I will discover the reason and be all the better for it.

Here in the states it is Thanksgiving Day. A time to remember how thankful we are for what we have, our family, as well as the ability to grow and learn each day. And though commercialism and capitalism try hard to make us feel like we can’t be happy without the newest gadget it’s nice to just take a bit and pause for what is important to us. So, while I work on updating my modern myths and putting out new content I would like to extend warm wishes to all of you throughout this Yuletide season regardless of how you may celebrate or not.

New name, oh boy!

Exciting developments here. You may have noticed that the website has a new name, Ramblings from Vanaheim. I am not getting rid of Meanderings, it’s just that it will be morphing into more homesteading type of material on my youtube channel and I want this website to be a haven for paganism and mythology. Since I am working closer with the Vanes, and getting my inspirations from them, it made sense to rename.

Next bit of news, the blog is now an official website with its own domain! ramblingsofvanaheim.com is the new site. I made the leap and upgraded for the next year. If I like it, and it doesn’t break the bank, I will endeavor to keep it going. There are all kinds of add-ons that I am looking forward to investigating.

What’s coming up?

  • Well, I have a lovely story from Jörð that she is beginning to share. She is a bit sassy and loves her puns.
  • Oðr part 2 is waiting in the wings. He’s been hovering a bit and clearly wants to share but I think he is gathering his thoughts at the moment.
  • The story of Heimdall’s conception and birth was shared with me many months ago. It’s a little hard to write so I have been sitting on it. Njörð came to visit recently and said that it was time so I will be trying to put that down as well. Fair warning, it starts out quite beautifully but it isn’t so lovely at parts. Those who are sensitive might not want to read it all the way through for fear of trauma triggers.
  • Some of the customs and whys of the Vanir will appear here as well.

As you can see there is a lot coming down the pipeline. I hope you enjoy and find something worthwhile for your own practice and connections with the gods and goddesses.

May you find your sacred breath.

2022 Musings

It has been quite some time since I last posted a blog. I have multiple stories regarding the House of Mundilfæri that I will be editing and adding. My own personal path has been veering away from the primary tribe of the Æsir and falling in line more with the Vanir. This began the summer of 2020 during an online drumming meditation with a fellow pagan. Freyja appeared and took me into a hut within Vanaheim. To quote various companions of Doctor Who, it was bigger on the inside. There I saw hundreds of Vanes waiting for me. Most of the faces have been lost to me now but I remember at the time being able to see them clearly. Without going into a great deal of detail, as it is extremely personal, I was inducted into the clan of the Vanir. Coming out of the trance-journey I felt a significant shift within me and knew that I had just undergone a rite of passage. It was from that moment that I began to slowly shift away from the more structured, almost militant, devotion of the Æsir into the elemental, fluid flow of the Vanir. It hasn’t been easy as I have worked with those gods and goddesses for most of my adulthood now. I still have ties that I am loathe to break and some promises that need fulfilled so the journey with them is not completely over. Fortunately, the Vanir are patient.

One of the areas that is changing is my observances of high days. While I still recognize the main eight high days I tend to observe more of the seasonal shifts that flow with what the land is calling for rather than a calendrical day. Which is the other thing. As a human in the 21st century I cannot completely throw out the modern day calendar. My boss would be rather miffed if I failed to work my scheduled time simply because the moon isn’t in the right phase. For mundane existence I am still required to follow a 12 month calendar with 24 hour days. This doesn’t mean I have to forget about everything else. Yes, I have a 9 to 5 job. However, I can still live my daily life by the cycles of Miðgarð and the universe around me. It means that sometimes I will have to wait to do my workings until I clock out and just adjust for the shift rather than doing things right on the nose of an hour and whatnot.

Another area is going to be how I celebrate Yule. In years past I have observed a 12 day rite whose original idea came from a fellow pagan, Leesa Kern. It is my understanding that a book is in the works regarding this practice so I highly recommend the reader to keep a lookout and buy it. The original idea centered more around Celtic and Gaulish practices. This was more than ten years ago so if there were other pieces I have honestly forgotten them. I do remember hearing the idea and thinking it would be great turned into a more Norse-centric practice. Over those ten years I fine-tuned and tweaked it to something I was quite proud of and freely shared in a public venue on social media for most of those years. Now that a book is in the works there appears to be some questions about citing sources and giving credit whenever I share something regarding this practice. I want to be very clear, my Norse practice is mine. No one else wrote my personal practice even if I did glean some ideas from other sources along the way. No one else created my practice. What I do is solely mine. Having said all this, I value my friend and do not wish anything so stupid as who invented what to keep us from sharing ideas. It actually worked out in timing as I had already begun to realize that I needed to start changing how I celebrate Yule along this new path. My only wish is that the credit situation could have waited until after the first holiday season I had truly started to enjoy since my daughter died. It cast a dark pall across my household and I found myself tearing down anything to do with Yule on Christmas Day. All the depression-like feelings and despair of a special time of year being ruined came flooding back. It brought back the loss and heartbreak all over again. I signed off of all my social media pages and have yet to log in two and a half months later.

I don’t yet know what my personal practice is going to develop into moving forward. I will be able to say that no one else owns my ideas and the way I incorporate them into my daily devotionals and rites. I do have a morning and evening rite that calls to the House of Mundilfæri. I am also working through some coursework on two different paths that I feel will make a wonderful addition to my faith. I hope that those who truly care for my well-being will be happy for me and excited to watch as I develop. It is my intention to begin posting more of my stories, insights, and workings to those who are interested. My faith is not for sale. I am being called to share these things freely as there are people who may find benefit and joy in reading and learning from what I can offer.

In the meantime, enjoy the beauty to be found in this restful time of year. I wish for you to find peace and light upon your own journey and most especially…

May you find your sacred breath.

Interviewing the King of the Underworld

Interview with Hades, King of the Underworld
Participants: Hades (Haides, Aides) and me

Before diving into what turned out to be an interesting evening, I should probably give a little bit of background. Forgive the rabbit trail.

Hi, my name is A.G. Vanidottir. I am the author of this website. Yes, it is a moniker rather than my real name. Unless otherwise notated the material presented on this site is all my own work. I give credit where it is due and if I ever miss a name I have no problem with making the necessary edits to include them. As my bio states, I am a pagan. A hard polytheist to be a little more specific. I walked a Druidic path for many years and I still draw on it for most of my rituals whether public or private. At this point it is just ingrained into my being just like my eye color or skin tone. I also dabble with some of the Lwa/Loa but I do not claim to walk that path nor to know everything about it. When a connection is desired with one of them I answer to the best of my abilities even though I may never be able to truly understand such a rich and diverse cultural belief system. My primary path revolves around the Nordic pantheon. They are in my devotionals each morning and I regularly go to them. They are my family, not just gods I honor. I also have a few others that I work with spiritually outside the Norse pantheon: Tailtiu, Hermes, Hestia, Aine, Fortuna, Ganesha, Shakti, and various types of Wights. My connections can be a bit fluid as the needs arise and I have worked with many others whose names are not listed. One of the joys of being a hard polytheist is that I don’t have to pick just one, even one pantheon. I belong to the Norse, but they do not begrudge when I need to veer a little differently. Except Brigid. Freyja really doesn’t like me to work with her and because of my relationship with the Vanadis, I do not.

This may sound a little strange but for my own path I do not see the gods (or Kindreds) as being some distant beings to make offerings and requests to. They walk and talk with me when they want and some of the stories I could tell would make your sides hurt with laughter. When I say they are family I mean it. My path with the other realms is a deeply personal one as are my interactions. As I reread this paragraph I recognize that I should mention about five and a half years ago I swore off my beliefs. I closed all my connections and turned my back on everything. I think everyone has that point in their journey. A moment when the sacrifices and hardships become too much and there is no way to see how the scales will ever balance back into their favor. We ask ourselves what is the point if the heartache and suffering only continues to get worse? The Kindreds demand a great deal of us. Sometimes our lives are situated in such a way that we can give easily. How lucky are those individuals. Most of us, however, struggle with the day to day life of the 21st century and often find ourselves riding the edge of poverty on a daily basis. To be fair, this does not only apply to pagans. The hows and whys would divert this post towards politics and I am really not interested in discussing that here.

As I said, I had turned my back on my path. After a difficult 2014 I started trying to find myself in my beliefs once more. It wasn’t, and still isn’t, easy. The abilities I once had were greatly diminished. There was a price to pay for what I did and that meant the Kindreds were not going to just welcome me back with open arms. I am a pretty stubborn individual though so clawing my way back will just create better bonds. With the loss of my daughter in 2015 I found myself desperate for connection. The morning I received the news her body had been found this EMP-like wave went out from me. My room filled with gods and goddesses as they wept with me. In my darkest hour they did not turn away but instead mourned at my side surrounding me with compassion and lending what strength they could as the weight crashed down on me. Since then I have been slowly working my way back. It is harder and filled with a lot more potholes than when I initially travelled this way. I accept the fact that it is my doing and I must work on each pothole to fix what I let deteriorate before moving forward. I cannot really recommend it.

About two years before my daughter’s passing a certain deity began making his presence known. I am not a follower of the Hellenic path, so when Hades showed up I was a bit confused. I already had an underworld deity I worked with, Hela, so the reason he decided to contact me was unclear. After a few false starts we finally were able to make ourselves clear to one another. The nature of our relationship took a couple of years to work through, the details of which are deeply personal. Suffice it to say we are very close and though he has a place on my ancestor altar I am not his devotee. He tried to warn my daughter before she left her home state but teenagers are headstrong and the environment she was raised in did not really prepare her for that type of contact. It wasn’t until after she moved that she described her visitor to me and I was able to share his identity. Only now can I recognize that he was trying to keep her safe. Had I been with her at that point of her life she would have understood. I cannot bring myself to speculate whether she would still be alive. Hindsight is so much clearer than 20/20.

My relationship with Hades now is even closer than it was then. During the dark months of the year I wear a ring on my right hand for him. During the light months it goes next to his representation on the altar. He asked me a bit ago to write his story. I have a lot of stories in my head but sometimes they don’t translate well to the written page. I can *feel* the truth in them but they do not always match the lore so are often not given very much credence. I was surprised by his request as I do not often write anymore. I hemmed and hawed and finally agreed to think about it. A few days ago, I decided I would do the necessary research (beyond what I already knew) and try to piece together some sort of story for him. I recognize that there are many who wrote about the God of the Dead (Hesiod, Homer, and Aeschylus to name a few) but every time I read their myths it just seems so full of glaring errors. It may be the translations, or the differences in regional tales, but as I do not speak nor read ancient Greek, I will just have to trust those scholars that can. I dove into the couple of texts I already owned and scoured the internet. Theoi.com was a huge help for quick and dirty information complete with cited source material. If you get a chance definitely take a look. The more I tried to get a handle on where to take the story the less I could find a common thread. After honoring the ancestors this Sunday morning, he decided to have a little mercy on me. Instead of a story he was willing to do an interview style piece. So, I sit here at the computer with notes on his mythos while he hangs out on the couch to answer my questions. When I asked him why he would want to do this in the first place his response was that he hoped to set the records straight a bit. I hope that you get as much out of the interview as I did. Plus, who wouldn’t want to look at such a gorgeous guy for hours on end?

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AG: Alright, you finally got me to consent to this. Where do you want to start?

H: I suppose we could always start at the beginning. It seems as good a place as any.

AG: Very well, this is what I currently know – son of Kronus and Rhea. First born son but fourth child. He swallowed you after birth and you were stuck there with your five other siblings until Zeus got him to throw up. Sound about right?

H: *rolls eyes* If you want to keep it exceedingly simple, yes.

AG: It’s not?

H: Not really. There were rights of ascension and curses involved. Most of what has been written about it is fairly accurate. I would like to say that it was quite uncomfortable and it smelled of badly fermented cheese. I blame my brother for that.

AG: Poseidon?

H: No, Zeus. I think he kept feeding Kronus rotten cheese with the wine. I have suspected for years that he did it on purpose just to be a jerk. Bratty little brothers and all.

AG: I didn’t have any brothers growing up so I cannot vouch for that.

H: Lucky you.

AG: Okay, so after Zeus freed you guys Kronus was killed and you guys took over. You didn’t seem to want to elaborate on this part of your story so I am just hitting the highlights.

H: Correct.

AG: There are theories that you didn’t really like your “lot” when the kingdoms were divided. Is that true?

H: No. Believe it or not I really like my job. Regardless of what happens I will always have subjects and a role in the universe. Even after all the humans die off there will still be souls in the Underworld. I will go on.

AG: …right. As part of the dividing you each received a token, or gift. Yours was a helmet of invisibility. How does it work?

H: The helmet is often stated as being the thing that grants me the ability to ‘go invisible.’ That is a falsehood. I can utilize that skill with or without the helmet. It does help to focus the ability when too much activity is going on around me.

AG: Like a sensory deprivation sort of thing?

H: *pauses* In a way. If someone else were to don the helmet they would be able to use its capabilities but only as it is an extension of me. I don’t often bring it out anymore. It’s more of a paperweight on my desk now. A souvenir of the past.

AG: Do you miss those days?

H: No. There were a lot of ass holes going around back then. Gods and men alike. We, the Olympians I mean, were a little too cocksure. We didn’t stop to think what would happen as men evolved. Things were taken for granted and before too long mankind stopped needing us. By the time we realized things had changed it was too late.

AG: Well, you obviously didn’t fade away as some would think. What happened?

H: Mostly, we just sort of closed things down, adapted to the times, and did our own thing. My job remained the same. Since my name became synonymous with the actual Underworld I did not have the same worries as the others. They were lucky though, thanks to early Greek authors some of the tales survived and were passed down. It kept things going through the years. Whenever it became necessary to “juice up” a resurgence of interest in antiquities would happen.

AG: Well, that explains all the Greco-Roman artwork in Britain.

H: Exactly.

AG: Most of the big names survived it seems.

H: Yes, but many others were lost. I see them occasionally as they pass through but I generally don’t have a lot of time to devote towards them.

AG: Speaking of which, King of the Underworld. That is a full-time with overtime type of position. How are you able to devote any time outside your realm? According to lore you didn’t often leave.

H: Well, it IS a full-time job. Fortunately, I know how to delegate after several millennia. There are quite a few entities that lend me a hand. Plus, time is not linear. We are not limited in that way. We can exist in multiple places, and realities, at once depending on the need. While I didn’t spend a lot of my time on the surface, or on Olympus, I did tend to go above more frequently than the stories relay. It wasn’t always pleasant.

AG: You mean in the way that your cults honored you? They couldn’t even look directly at your visage or the offerings as they spoke your name. I have my own theory as to why.

H: I would like to hear it.

AG: Back then death was something to be feared. If you faced it head on then it might be misconstrued as an invitation to come and claim you. They wanted to live. The stories that survive from visitors to the Underworld side heavily on connections with those in the fires of Tartarus rather than a pleasant, heavenly place. If the only firsthand descriptions of the afterlife involved tortuous eternity, then of course death was something to be feared. The heavens were filled with beauty, grace, and feasting. Urns and murals often showed you turned to the side away from people. Depicting a sense of avoidance towards death.

H: I always hated those depictions. Everyone else got a decent head shot but no one wanted to look at me head on. You have a valid point regarding the outlook on death. They feared it, though once they crossed over the river most forgot what they were afraid of to begin with. There were no more opportunities for glories or fame, a concept highly prized back then. Propaganda was never in my favor. In more recent times death seems to be better embraced. I blame ‘The Lion King.’

AG: The circle of life? *hums a few bars*

H: *smiles* It fits. Humans today tend to see that instead of being afraid of death embracing how it is connected makes living so much richer and full of potential.

AG: I know you don’t like talking about this but I find it has to be brought up. What’s the deal with your marriage?

H: *sighs heavily* First off, let me remind you that the propaganda was usually against me. Things did NOT go down exactly like the early writers depicted. It was easy to paint me the bad guy. I was not ‘mooning’ in the Underworld desperate for love. I did not look upon her once and become lovestruck. Please, give me a little credit. There came a time when I decided that having a partner would be nice. Ruling a kingdom is exhausting and sometimes lonely. I spent most of my time away from my family because I was busy dealing with the dead that their various feuds and contests would create. Eventually I approached my brother about the idea of taking a wife. By ‘taking’ I do NOT mean kidnapping against their will. I mean finding someone and arranging a marriage. To be fair, I had met Persephone at that point and thought she was a sweet girl. Demeter was pretty possessive, think helicopter parent, so I did not get the chance to know her very well. Zeus thought that it would be a good match as she was available and so was I. We negotiated for quite some time before anything was made final. Try and remember that in those days the men handled marriage negotiations and contracts. Women were rarely given any choice in the matter, and that includes goddesses. While Athena, Artemis, and Hestia were all happy being single; a marriage between Persephone and I would allow for an extra tie between the Kingdom of the Skies and the Kingdom of the Underworld. On paper it was a good match. The marriage contract would add another tie between the two worlds ensuring balance and peace. Should Demeter have been consulted? Looking back it would have solved a lot of issues. At the very least I think that Persephone should have been warned. Zeus should have told her. I honestly thought he was going to. Just another dick move on his part.

AG: He seems to make a lot of those.

H: You have no idea. The day came for me to take her below for the ceremony. Weddings were most often held in the kingdoms of the men so the hall was prepared and a feast laid out. Zeus was supposed to tell everyone when to show up. I really should have sent out the invitations myself. I appeared in the designated location near Eleusis to collect my bride to be. Persephone was there picking flowers. I presumed she was making her wedding bouquet. Having met me before she was not afraid when I appeared. Contrary to the tales she did not scream in terror. I am not that bad looking. After greeting me she asked why I was there. A sense of discomfort started in my head but I ignored them thinking that she may have forgotten the date. So much for a wedding bouquet. I explained about the contract and that this was the day that Zeus and I had agreed upon for the marriage to occur. She did seem more shocked than I thought she should have been. I showed her the paperwork and told her that our guests were waiting. She started to cry. I became nervous. She read through the contract and realized that her father was not going to intervene and that she was, indeed, required to marry me. I put my hand down and helped her into my chariot. Persephone is a tiny little thing so in all fairness it may have looked like I hauled her up like a sack of wheat. She didn’t stop crying through the whole ceremony. Zeus was there and so was Hera to bless the marriage. I knew the others were not fond of the Underworld so I didn’t take offence at their lack of attendance. It was not a long ceremony.

AG: Okay, so what about the pomegranate seeds?

H: Again, not entirely true. Did she eat pomegranate seeds? Yes. She also ate wedding cake and part of the feast. The seeds just became a sticking point later on. It was a legitimate marriage with the appropriate trappings. There would be no reason for her to starve herself. She is tiny but man can that girl eat. She blames it on a high metabolism. I suppose that my biggest concern was that Demeter wasn’t present. This is where the problems started.

AG: That’s where the problem started? Not the lack of informing her to begin with?

H: Like I said, the contract was handled in the normal fashion. I honestly had no clue that Zeus hadn’t told either of them the situation. Once the ceremony and feast were over Zeus and Hera returned home and we were left to enjoy our wedding night. The only thing I will say about it is that we got through it. She was young and innocent. I could have been more understanding but after crying throughout the day and night I simply had run out of patience. I went back to my rooms afterwards and prepared to resume my duties the next day. I had already made the arrangements for a tutor to educate her on her new duties and figured that was that. The next day she was quiet but began her studies. After a couple of weeks we seemed to settle into a nice routine we could both appreciate. I knew she missed her home and it began to bother me more and more that Demeter hadn’t even tried to see her. Once she had all the rules and duties for her new role down, I had planned on surprising Persephone with a trip to Olympus. While I did not often venture up there it would be worth it to put a real smile on her face. I am not a monster.

AG: So, what happened? This doesn’t seem to really fit into what we know from the sources.

H: What happened is that Zeus is an ass. He never told Demeter and informed Hera to keep her mouth shut. Demeter obviously freaked out. Most of that part from the story is true. The wandering and the despair as she searched was very real. If I had known that she was so distraught I would have transported her down to our home immediately to see her daughter. We do not often get a lot of information from topside unless we go looking for it. When she came across Hekate in her search, Hekate had no idea that Demeter had not been told. At that point it was common knowledge and she had just gone through a lesson with Persephone regarding souls and the crossroads earlier that day. Once Demeter figured out what happened she went immediately to Zeus. From what I understand the screaming match that took place was epic.

AG: In the tales she began to boycott her duties demanding Persephone be returned. Is that true?

H: Yes and no. It had been long enough that Demeter was more than aware that to dissolve the marriage would be impossible. Not only the food issue but there was the sex issue as well. Our marriage was consummated and binding, food be damned. Her “boycott” was more a mourning ritual. She viewed the proceedings as a death for Persephone rather than a valid match. She went a little far with it to be sure. I offered for her to come and visit once we were made aware of the situation but Demeter refused. Persephone became worried that her mother would waste away in grief. It was Persephone, not Demeter, that asked for a reprieve. By this time several months had passed and we were expecting a child. Worried for her health I began negotiations for her to spend time in Olympus. Persephone is a child of light and creation. Too much time in my world tended to sap her of her vitality. I admit that had we, Zeus and I, thought of this the marriage would most likely never have happened. The other Olympians were concerned for humanity as the lack of food meant lack of offerings. It was finally agreed that Persephone would spend the growing months with Demeter to ensure that crops would prosper and the harsher months with me. It equaled out to about 1/3 of the year in the Underworld.

AG: Then where do the seeds come in?

H: Propaganda. Humans were aware of the rule that if you eat food of the Underworld you would have to stay. They thought this is what kept the souls below. For some reason they thought this would apply to the gods too. Why mess with a convenient interpretation? Pomegranates became the fruit of the Underworld which left more for us to eat. Hermes came and collected her as Demeter was still too upset to want to see me. When Persephone returned she brought our son, Zagreus, with her. Artemis took one look at him and instantly asked to be his godmother. He became quite fond of wild animals.

AG: Do you have any other biological children?

H: No.

AG: What about the other children attributed to Persephone?

H: They are not mine. They are children of Zeus.

AG: What?

H: *takes a deep breath* This is where I think some of the misconceptions regarding my relationship with Persephone have come from. My brother apparently had a thing for my wife. For gods, blood relation does not always have the same connotation that humans give it. Except for me. Especially in regards to my wife. Zagreus and I were out walking Cerberus. Persephone was due to return from her latest visit with Demeter any hour. What I didn’t know was that Zeus had been admiring her for quite some time and had decided to act upon it. Persephone had rebuffed him before but didn’t think she was in any real danger and thus decided against notifying me. It happened just before she crossed the River Cocytus back into the Underworld. He approached her disguised as me and acted as if I had planned to surprise her with a little welcome back party before resuming her duties. Touched that I had planned such a reunion she didn’t even think to question why I would not have waited until she crossed over. Once the deed was done, she was lingering with Zeus/Me when Zagreus and I approached the crossing to wait for her. What I saw was my wife lying naked in the arms of my brother. What Persephone saw was her husband and son across the river while she lay in the arms of who she thought was her husband. The miscommunication of what had happened lasted quite some time. She was devastated and felt betrayed. I was floored at my wife’s infidelity. I did not treat her very well, especially after discovering that she was pregnant. Her sole daughter, Melinoë, was born from that union. I have my regrets in how things were handled. I have had thousands of years to reevaluate my own role. All I can say is that at the time it was happening neither she nor I were at our best with each other. I found comfort in the arms of other women, namely Minthe and Leuce, though there were others. By the time that I discovered the truth of events our marriage was already damaged nearly beyond repair. She began to spend more time above and rather than fight it I let it slide. When she was needed she would come home. I will always give her credit when it came to honoring her responsibilities. She never shirked her duties to the dead. The final nail in the coffin of our marriage was when she and Demeter began their Eleusian Mysteries cult. During one of the events Zeus showed up. He couldn’t leave well enough alone and after some heavy drinking, and drugs to induce visions, he slept with Persephone again. She came to me several months later and told me what happened. She was pregnant again and we both knew it wasn’t mine.

AG: That could not have been easy for either one of you. She had to be traumatized by all of this.

H: She was. We both knew that our marriage was done. While it wasn’t her fault that my brother can’t keep his penis to himself we had done too much damage to each other from our pain. Once we agreed that we were through it was like a weight was lifted from our shoulders. When her time came to bear her final child he was born in the Underworld. She didn’t even have time to name him before the Titans attacked. They had sensed he was a child of Zeus and wanted revenge. I was fighting them off when the child was kidnapped. They ripped him apart and disposed of each piece. Hermes managed to save the child’s heart and whisked it away to Olympus. Zeus placed it in the womb of his current mistress, Semele, where the babe was regenerated.

AG: Wait a minute. He was “regenerated?”

H: Yes. He was created of two immortals. He was born fully formed with his godhood intact. This allowed the regeneration since he was placed quickly.

AG: Wow. Alrighty then. Continue.

H: When Semele made Zeus swear on the River Styx to appear in his true form another problem occurred. Had the babe been less than fully immortal it would have died when Semele burned to ash. As it was Zeus was able to rescue the premature infant. Rather than deal with another episode of Hera’s wrath he placed the child in his thigh to protect him. A couple of months later Dionysus was born. Some call him the twice-born god but really it was three times.

AG: How did Persephone take all of this?

H: The birth was difficult and then there was the war. She had a pretty bad case of PTSD from everything that happened with Zeus, the pregnancies, and the battle with the Titans. Once she healed I let her know the series of events with Dionysus and the overall outcomes. She grieved for the child she lost now full grown. They have a friendly relationship but I don’t think it will ever be a close one.

AG: What is your relationship like now if I might ask?

H: We are much better off as friends. Do not misunderstand. I loved my wife and she genuinely cared for me. I will always love the girl I married. Had things started out a little differently we would have had a love for the ages. As it stands too much happened to keep us apart emotionally. We have long since admitted our mistakes to each other and moved forward. She still helps with those duties that are needed but spends most of her time in Olympus.

AG: Are you guys still married?

H: In the sense that our union was never truly dissolved. None of us really do the whole ‘divorce’ thing. By remaining together it gives her a much needed break from Olympus and Zeus whenever she requires it. He has never stopped pursuing her. Are we lovers? No. She has had other loves, Adonis being one. While I do occasionally feel a twinge of jealousy, it is more from what could have been rather than out of any passion I feel now.

AG: I am sorry that you guys were unable to work things out.

H: Thank you. We have both moved passed it.

AG: Do you have any other children?

H: No. I have been linked to a few potentials but they are not mine.

AG: Do you mean Makaria, Plutus, and the Erinyes?

H: Among others. Makaria’s father was Herakles. The Erinyes were born shortly after I took over the Underworld. I was a little busy at the time and had no lovers. As far as Plutus, I recognize that his name is similar to one I bear, Plouton, but he isn’t mine. Plutus is the son of Demeter and Iasion. Zeus was pretty pissed about that so he tried to say the kid was mine in retaliation for Persephone. Iasion believed him for a short while but eventually came around when the kid came out looking like him.

AG: We know so little about Zagreus or his sister. Why is that?

H: Honestly, much of their written stories were destroyed. Even then they are very private. We of the Underworld tend to be pretty quiet about our personal lives. Zagreus moves around at night. He still loves wild animals and hunting. Sometimes he blows the horn for Artemis when she allows him to. Melinoë focuses on her work. She deals with nightmares and madness in those deserving of punishment. She isn’t a real people person and tends to avoid the Olympians unless given no other option. I adopted her when she was young. The Underworld is her home and I will always consider her a daughter. It is my way of making up for how I treated her mother. She was a wonderful child and deserved to be loved.

AG: You are often described as being ‘grim-faced’ and ‘pale-skinned’. I rarely see you like that. Is there a particular reason others see you differently?

H: You, my dear, give me no reason to be ‘grim-faced’ as you call it. It ties back to the idea of death as this horrible event. It is also serious work judging the after-life for souls. I love my job and wouldn’t trade it. I also take it seriously. As far as being ‘pale-skinned,’ that is probably because I didn’t often come above ground. No sun, no tan. However, I venture above a little more frequently now and while my skin may never be the bronze seen in Olympus it has a healthy sheen to it I think. *winks at me*

AG: *blushes* well, yes. Yes, it does. You are also known as a god of earthly wealth. Care to elaborate?

H: Anything within the earth is my domain. Gold, silver, jewels, and the unborn seed. While I do not create a harvest, I ensure that the soil gives the seeds what they need. The precious metals and jewels are part of the wealth of the Underworld. Once any of that leaves the earth it becomes the domain of someone else. I have been shown with a Cornucopia with a harvest bounty within it. I find that odd but then again, since I provided the nutrients needed for the seeds to produce that bounty I don’t mind being recognized for it.

AG: In comparison to other Olympians, there isn’t a lot written about your exploits. Aside from the fear of death thing, why do you think that is?

H: *chuckles* Because I know how to keep it in my pants. (at my eye roll) Seriously, I was never one to just randomly mess around. The couple of affairs I had were few and far between stemming from a painful situation. If I had it to do again I wouldn’t. I relish my privacy and I am loyal to those that I call my own. As you said earlier, being the King of the Underworld is a full-time with lots of over-time position. I have never been interested in shirking my duties to go and play.

AG: So why are you taking a more active role above now?

H: I don’t with everybody. I find that with the changing times I need to be more in tune with how this society works if I am going to be judging those souls. The best way to discover that is to experience it in person. I am not just going to manifest my godhood in front of everyone, but those I do interact with have helped me tremendously over the years.

AG: I hate to cut this short but my hands are getting tired. Is there anything else you would like to share before calling it a night?

H: *gives a heart wrenching smile* No. I am more than fine with calling in your night.

AG: Alright…wait. What? Oh. *blushes profusely* Well then…

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I hope you learned something from this interview. Hades is a charmer and a tease, for sure. I have greatly enjoyed the years I have had with him and look forward to many more. For now though, it’s time I figure out how to call in his night.

Wait…what?

Taking a Journey

This particular topic has many different branches. One of the things that pagans encounter when they either have questions or need guidance is to be told that they should do a journey to talk with their deity/ancestor/spirit guide. It is good, well-meaning advice but not overly helpful. When we first enter this path we do not often know how to do these things. Early on in our reconstructed neo-paganism there was very little written down to help the new seeker and we floundered through various traditions trying to find something that would fit into our modern mindsets. Today we have all sorts of blogs, groups, pdf booklets, and YouTube videos to show us “how-to.”

I will say here that the plethora of material available to the modern seeker is both a blessing and a curse. With the open access that is allowed on the internet you have to really do your research to determine who is genuine and who is full of shite. Sometimes it is a very fine line and the newer people will not have the same bull-pucky detectors that those of us who have been around the bend a few times possess. I am not an expert in this area, though I have performed many journeys (both guided and solitary) for people. My post here is not about declaring that my way is the right way but instead to help you know what type of journey experience you are looking for and then sending you out to find what works for you.

So, what is a “journey”? Allow me to be really vague and say that it depends on the person inquiring. There are meditations, journeys, and trances to note a few of the main terms that may come across your search feed. Let’s start with some basic definitions of these three terms:

  • Meditations – to spend time in quiet thought for religious purposes or relaxation (Merriam-Webster Dictionary)
    • To put in basic pagan terminology this would be your quiet prayer times.
    • Sometimes these can go “deeper” and be both guided or unguided.
      • There is not always a visual place or cue.
    • There is generally not a goal to “go somewhere” but rather allow yourself to just relax and be where you are needed.
      • Sometimes the meditator will “hear” someone talking to them, other times not. It isn’t a requirement either way.
    • This is your basic connection to the cosmos as a whole.
  • Journey – an act of traveling from one place to another (Merriam-Webster Dictionary)
    • This is a more focused form of meditation. For our purposes in paganism this would be a mental journey rather than a physical one.
    • Most journeys include the idea of “going somewhere.” You may seek to go to Asgard, Helheim, Delphi, or Hadrian’s wall.
      • Basically you have a destination that you are actively seeking.
    • Journeys can be guided or not. If you have not experienced a full journey before I do not recommend doing this alone the first time.
    • While on a journey the person can experience this altered perception of where they are and still know what is going on around them in the mundane world.
      • This is an important point! If you become so immersed in the journey location that you cannot sense where your body is or connect to the mundane world on your own you are no longer journeying, but trancing, and hopefully you have a spotter waiting for you to help.
    • Journeys have a definitive start and stop point.
      • The best way to work through a journey experience is to have some sort of background noise. This can be chanting, drumming, the burning of incense, nature sounds, or even an egg timer. (yep, modern day paganism to the rescue!) These are your cues to start or stop the journey. They give you something to actively maintain a connection to while traveling. Through practice you can train your brain, and spirit, to recognize when these things “run out” and be able to set yourself back within the mundane world. This is an act of mental discipline that EVERYONE has to learn.
    • Journeys can be light or deep depending on the purpose behind them.
    • You don’t always meet who you expect on a journey.
      • Sometimes you are meant to meet someone else rather than the one you are seeking. This is okay. Don’t be disappointed if you are trying to seek out Odin but meet up with Thor instead. There is probably a reason for that and you will discover it another time. Experience the journey for what it is and learn what is needed.
    • You don’t always reach your intended destination on a journey.
      • Just because you are trying to reach Alfheim doesn’t mean you will get there. You may find yourself in Jotunheim instead. There is generally a reason for this (up to and including not taking the left at Albuquerque).
      • Having a destination is great. Actually getting there is a different ballgame.
        • We all want to have that transcendental moment where we stand at the doors of Valhalla and meet the Einherjar and Valkyries. Most likely you will be lucky to meet a dwarf in an open field. Do not expect to immediately go wherever you want. There will be a huge learning curve and most likely waystations along the path to ensure you will be at your best when it IS time to go hang out where the cool kids are. Also, you may not be welcome in all of those places. Walking this path means you earn your place. Even when it comes to the other realms.
  • Trance – a sleeplike state (as of deep hypnosis) usually characterized by partly suspended animation with diminished or absent sensory and motor activity (Merriam-Webster Dictionary)
    • This is a much deeper journey. ALWAYS HAVE A SPOTTER!
      • Seriously, don’t do this by yourself.
    • Trancework can be deeply rewarding and personal. It can also be scary as shit, especially if you are not fully prepared. I do not advise performing heavy tranceworkings without someone near that can help you get back if needed.
    • Trancework is much like journeywork except that you do not often have the connection to something in the mundane world that will anchor you.
      • You are often “gone” and cannot interact with those left behind.
      • All of the points within the definition of Journey can be applied to trancework with the addition of the intensity of the experience.
    • This type of work is VERY draining. It is not to be taken on by the faint of heart nor by the undisciplined.
      • NEVER drink alcohol prior to or for at least 6-8 hours after intense trancework.
    • When you are on the other side of the “veil” that world is as real as this one is and you experience it just as intimately.
    • Trancework is often the route taken by those performing Seiðr, Spæ, and general oracle work.
      • The practitioner will often let go of their hold in this world counting on a spotter to be able to bring them back.
        • You can lose moments or even hours in this state in the blink of an eye.
      • Some people lump astral projection into this category.

As you can see these definitions have a lot of blurred lines. They are also pretty simplistic in comparison to the full effect each of these experiences can have on the practitioner. I suppose the best piece of advice I can give you is this:  KNOW YOUR LIMITS! Don’t try to take on an intense trance if you have trouble meditating. The average person has no clue how attempting these are going to affect them personally. Start small and be smart. Do your best to read up on techniques and have someone willing to be there with you just in case. Adding these to your practices can help you build a much stronger base for your beliefs. It won’t happen overnight so stick with it and accept the failures as just another step towards success.

BTW, it was well over a year after I first started trying to meditate before I had a full-on experience so don’t worry that you are doing it wrong if it takes a while. 😉

Embarking on the Eddas

Hello, newbie Heathens!

Allow me to welcome you to one of the most interesting yet complex practices in modern paganism today. The main topic of discussion in this post is going to be one of the areas of complexity you will not be able to avoid in this path…

Reading the Eddas

(cue ominous music here)

I am sure that as you were drawn to this particular hearth culture you have already been told to read your lore, probably more than once. This is extremely unhelpful to those that are passionate about their calling and want to jump right in. Unfortunately, jumping right in is not always best.  In the past 25 years or so there has been an increase in resources that will help those wishing to embrace this path. Not all of those resources are good ones but they do tend to stress reading the mythology. I am not here to tell you to do something different, but rather how to navigate through it. Reading and understanding the lore are two very different things, especially with the Eddas. You will run into people along this path who will not even discuss things with you if it becomes clear that you do not know the stories of the past. You will also run into people that will not bother with you if your focus is solely on those stories. Those people usually base their entire practice on fabricated UPG (unverified personal gnosis). I will discuss this later on.

You cannot possibly have a good understanding of the belief system without reading the lore in the first place. Look at it as you would building a house, without a solid foundation the structure will eventually fall down. The Lore is your foundation. Your actual practice are the walls and roof that are built upon it. This blend of scholarly material and UPG is actually the perfect way to practice modern day Heathenry. At least in my opinion.

“But the Eddas are HARD! How do people understand all those crazy looking words? It’s hard to read these lines! What do they even mean?!”

Here are the two biggest secrets to understanding the Eddas

1.) Don’t try to pronounce the words while you are reading for the first time.

2.) Don’t try to memorize the cadence of the meter while you are reading for the first time.

Seriously, you were not born and raised in Iceland. Our educational system, here in the States, has not trained our minds to process the literary genius that is the Eddas right out of the gate. Stop trying. Working with skaldic meter is hard for Icelanders, let alone those of us without a working background. If you try and focus on meter and pronunciation of words you have only seen a few times you miss the whole point of the lore; the stories themselves. You have plenty of time to learn pronunciation. By the way, no one speaks Old Norse anymore. No one knows exactly how it is supposed to be pronounced. Icelandic is the closest living language but there are a lot of spelling and sound changes that have happened over the centuries, including words that have fallen completely out of usage, so they will be the first ones to tell you that all the “how-to” videos on the internet are just guesses. (No matter how convincing they are that their way is the right way.) Keeping this in mind removes some of the stress of “saying it right.”

Now that you know not to worry over pronouncing the various names and places you can focus on the story that is laid before you on the pages. Except! (why is there always an “except”?) You should really not start with reading the Eddas themselves.

“What? Didn’t you just tell me that I should read the lore?”

Yes, I did. However, you need to start before the Eddas. Before you pick up one of the many different translations it is far more important to understand what you are reading. I am NOT talking about the meter, no need to panic. I am talking about the history of the material. I am talking about the actual sources and the history of the culture where the stories originate.

“Oh man, a history lesson?”

Yep. A history lesson. I am not going to give you that history lesson but instead guide you to do the research yourself. This is how you learn the differences between good source materials and shoddy ones. It also helps your growth and development in a path that is so rich in material and archaeology. This how-to will help you in understanding the simplicity and the complexity that runs rampant within the Eddas. Use this checklist to start off your research:

  1. What is the history of the Icelandic settlement?
    1. What was going on in other Nordic countries that impacted the settlements?
  2. What is the progression of paganism into Christianity for early Iceland?
    1. What outside forces were actively influencing this?
      1. What did they have to gain?
    2. What outside forces were inactively influencing this?
    3. What inside forces were actively influencing this?
      1. What did they have to gain?
  3. When did the Icelanders begin writing (as in pen and ink)?
    1. (Runic inscriptions are an entirely different topic so just focus on the written materials at first.)
    2. What did they write?
    3. What materials were in Latin versus the vernacular Old Norse/Icelandic?
  4. How did the language shift between early settlement and the early 13th century? (This is what will eventually help you with pronunciation, identifying the differences in names, and even the meter.)
  5. Who was Snorri Sturlusson?
    1. Why did he write down the material in the first place?
    2. Where did Snorri get the material he presents? (This answer is more than just a person’s name.)
    3. What was going on around the world at the time of Snorri’s writings? (Think political. This is important to know as it impacts the interpretations of the mythology itself.)
      1. What was going on environmentally/geologically?
        1. How did the topography of the land influence descriptions present in the lore?
    4. Why is it important to take Snorri’s writings with a grain of salt?
  6. Describe the argument of the writings being historical fact versus historical fiction.
  7. Who wrote the Poetic Edda?
    1. What pieces are in the manuscript versus what we see printed today?
      1. Why are the pieces in the printed version compiled together?
  8. What other sources, besides the Eddas, are available to us?
    1. Who wrote them?
      1. Were they present for the events described or were they relaying them from someone else?

^^All of this sounds complex, right? It isn’t really. To use the “building a house” analogy again knowing the answers to the above fulfills the obtaining a permit, excavating, and grading of your path to make way for pouring the foundation. Don’t just wikipedia the questions, read through the sources used to make those entries and go find them yourself. Researching the material listed above will give you a huge head-start in interpreting both what is and is NOT said within the lore.

Feel free to message me with questions and I will be happy to steer you in the right direction.