Part 3 of the ‘When the Fires were Lit’ Series is Now Available

The next chapter of the Gullveig series has arrived, and I have to admit…this one was also a very difficult episodes to write. Having lost a child myself I did pull from some of that to bring this to life.

While the previous episodes explored the growing conflict between the Æsir and the Vanir, and the consequences of an undefended capital, Part 3 turns its attention to the people caught in the middle of the war. The fighting is far from over, but the emotional cost of the conflict is becoming impossible to ignore. War of any kind is more than just armies. This series tries to bring to life the people and costs outside of the battlefields.

This episode is also the first in the series that is primarily UPG (Unverified Personal Gnosis). Although it draws inspiration from characters and themes found in the surviving Norse sources, much of the story is my own spiritual and creative interpretation of the spaces where the lore grows quiet. As always, I’ll never present my UPG as historical fact, but I hope it offers another way to think about these ancient stories and the people within them. You are not required to agree with me.

Please note: This episode contains themes of war, death, child loss, grief, trauma, and the care of the deceased. If those subjects are especially difficult for you, please take care of yourself before listening. The themes covered are generally not designed for those under the age of 18.

If you’ve been following the series from the beginning, thank you for walking this path with me. Your encouragement and thoughtful conversations have meant more than you know, and I hope you’ll join me as we continue exploring one possible telling of the First War of the Gods.

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As always…

Thank you for rambling through Vanaheim with me. 💚 🌿

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When the Fires Were Lit – The Story of Gullveig and the First War of the Gods Part 2

Part 2 of The Æsir–Vanir War is now live.

When I first imagined this series, I expected the war itself would occupy most of the story. I also only thought it would be a slightly longer single episode. Instead, the characters insisted that before we could understand the battles, we first needed to understand what those battles cost the people waiting at home. So what should have been a brief rendition with maybe a few characters developed more fully has turned into a multi episode epic. Odyssey, eat your heart out. This episode became less about armies and victories, and more about the quiet devastation left behind when violence reaches those who never carried a weapon. This happens even today when war hits those that didn’t ask for it. And it breaks my heart.

Without giving too much away, Part 2 follows life in Vanaheim as the war drags on, the growing burden carried by those left behind, and the tragedy that forever changes the royal family. It is, without question, the most emotionally difficult episode I have written to date.

As always, this series is rooted in the surviving Old Norse sources—including the Poetic Edda, Skáldskaparmál, and Ynglinga saga—while using Unverified Personal Gnosis (UPG) and informed speculation to bridge the many gaps those texts leave behind. My goal is not to rewrite the lore, but to explore one possible way these events might have unfolded while remaining true to the spirit of the surviving traditions. I continue to take quite a lot of liberties with relationships and chronology where the surviving texts remain silent, as that is how the story has unfolded for me. Your understanding may follow a different path, and that’s perfectly okay.

I also want to repeat the content warning from Part 1 because it becomes even more important here.

Sometimes the stories that come through to me reflect the brutality of earlier times. The people who first heard and retold these stories did not soften them for comfortable audiences, and neither do the surviving sources. Snorri preserved much of the mythology through the lens of Christian Iceland while attempting to preserve older poetic traditions, but when I ask how this story wishes to be told, what comes through is often difficult to write, let alone hear.

Please be aware that this episode contains graphic descriptions of violence, war, grief, and the deaths of both adults and children. Nothing has been included for shock value alone. Every difficult scene serves the story, the characters, and the emotional weight of what follows. Even so, if you live with PTSD related to violence, abuse, or the loss of a loved one, I encourage you to practice self-care and listen in smaller portions if needed. This is also not an episode I would recommend for listeners under the age of eighteen.

The image accompanying this episode may look quiet at first glance. That was intentional. One of the greatest obscenities of this chapter is that Vanaheim itself still stands. The forests remain green. The grass still grows. The great hall still watches over its people. It is life that has vanished. Sometimes absence tells a more terrible story than destruction ever could.

Thank you, as always, for walking this road with me. I hope you’ll continue the journey of this story and find threads of truth and deeper connection to those I portray within it. As a quick aside, I am working on episode 3 but it may be a few more days before I get it published. Perhaps George Martin ought to take a few pointers from me.

Skál!

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When the Fires Were Lit – The Story of Gullveig and the First War of the Gods (Part 1)

The wait is over! The first episode of my new long-form podcast series, The Æsir–Vanir War, is now live.

Originally, I intended this to be a single episode covering the beginning of the conflict. Once I sat down to write, though, the story simply…kept flowing. The characters found their voices, the world grew larger, and before I realized it I had written far beyond what could comfortably fit into a single episode. Rather than rush through those moments—or ask listeners to sit through a several hours-long recording—I decided to let the story breathe and divide it into multiple parts.

Part 1 Introduces Gullveig and her family, follows her arrival in Ásgarðr, the growing tensions between the Æsir and the Vanir, and the events that set one of the greatest conflicts in Norse mythology into motion.

As always, this series is rooted in the surviving Old Norse sources—including the Poetic Edda, Skáldskaparmál, and Ynglinga saga—while using Unverified Personal Gnosis (UPG) and informed speculation to bridge the many gaps those texts leave behind. My goal is not to rewrite the lore, but to explore one possible way these events might have unfolded while remaining true to the spirit of the surviving traditions. I took quite a few liberties in relationships as that is how they translate for me, but YMMV.

I want to be open and offer a trigger warning right here. Sometimes the stories that come through to me reflect the brutality of earlier times. The people who listened and composed these stories didn’t water them down in the retellings. Snorri’s versions were designed to maintain a specific type of talent the Icelanders possessed when it came to poetry while still keeping a Christian bent to the material. However, what gets dumped into my brain when asking how they want the story told can often be very difficult to write, let alone hear. In light of this, dear reader and listener, please be aware that this episode (and subsequent series) contains graphic descriptions of violence, war, and the deaths of both adults and children. While nothing is included for shock value alone, some listeners may find portions of this story emotionally difficult. If you have PTSD due to violence or abuse, and would still like to listen, please exercise self-care and proceed with caution in small increments throughout these particular episodes. I would not allow children under 18 to listen.

I hope you’ll join me as we begin this journey into one of the oldest and most enigmatic stories preserved in the Norse corpus. Skál!

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Today’s podcast

I had thought to have today’s podcast completed and posted by now, but apparently the characters involved have a lot more to say. There isn’t much within the existing source material about Gullveig or the Æsir/Vanir war. Since I wouldn’t be able to give a full podcast using just the lore I thought – hey, why not tell it as a story, fill in some of the gaps with UPG, and give one way that the events could have gone down.

Except as I have begun writing this, Gullveig/Heiðr decided to share some details of her ordeal and then the events began pouring out onto the pages faster than I can type. I am only taking a break now to make this post. I am 22 pages in and only now are working on the Vanir party talking about the wergild the Æsir should pay. I had no idea when I started this that so much would be forthcoming. Of course, if I reduced the font to a regular 11 or 12 rather than a 14 it would be fewer pages. But I am getting old and I need the bigger text. Stupid eyeballs failing me.

Yes, I will be making nearly 95% of this tale UPG, but what exists are tiny threads I am trying to weave into a probable story rather than a factual one. Another person may take it a completely different way, which is good as that is how the mythology lives on. So, as soon as I have enough to record and post, I will upload to the various channels. I may need to do this in parts considering how much detail is coming through. We will see.

In the meantime, enjoy the heat wave hitting most of the U.S.A., I know I am dying from the swamp ass currently going on in the south.

Charming of the Plough – A Living Practice in a Changing World

You may have heard of it. A rite that involves the blessing of tools, often the tools of trade practitioners perform. I’ve seen the practice lumped in with Imbolc rites as well as performed it myself separate from it’s surrounding High Days. It can be the working of a larger rite or the main focus for the entire ritual. Many of us come to this after reading Tacitus or exploring early European traditions, yet the practice itself continues to evolve as we do.

Charming of the Plough centers around a small excerpt, written down by Tacitus, involving a veiled goddess by the name of Nerþus. She travels through the land in a cart drawn by oxen and is attended by priests and servants. She dwells on a remote island where no human is allowed to go. She visits right as the land begins to thaw for spring and lays blessings upon the tools that will move the soil and make way for a future harvest. The tools at that time would have been ploughs, axes, hand tools, etc.. During this time all weapons are sheathed and the people celebrate with feasts using some of the last of their stores. At the end of the festival, Nerþus returns to her island with the priests and servants. Her veil is lifted and she is bathed by her attendants. Once the bath is complete, the attendants, or servants, are offered as sacrifice for having laid their eyes upon the Goddess’ naked form. From this act the concept of reciprocity is complete.

For modern pagans, the “plough” rarely looks like a wooden beam drawn through soil. More often, it’s the tool that carries our daily work into the world. A camera, a keyboard, a set of carving knives, a well-worn journal, even the quiet routines that keep a household steady — all of these can become part of the charm. The spirit of the ritual lies not in agriculture alone, but in preparation. It marks that gentle shift from winter reflection into the slow beginning of action. I’ve seen keys laid down for blessing, art pencils, mixing spoons, and even a pair of new shoes. Each represented a part of participants’ lives that they wanted to receive blessings for the new season.

Charming of the Plough also invites a quieter understanding of sacrifice. Ancient accounts speak of offerings that feel distant from modern ethics, yet the underlying idea of reciprocity remains deeply relevant. Giving something back might look like tending the land that sustains you, dedicating time to a craft with intention, volunteering a few hours on a weekend, or offering gratitude before beginning a new project. The act doesn’t need to be grand. Often, it’s the small, steady gestures that carry the most meaning.

What makes this rite especially powerful is its openness. Under my “Rituals” tab I have two Charming of the Plough rites from years past, one is a more heathen centric form and the other following my old druid path through ADF. There isn’t a single correct way to observe it. Some people clean and bless their tools, whispering hopes for clarity and creativity. Some perform a type of awakening rite and request this dark-earth Mother to bless their endeavors as the new season unfolds. Others simply pause outdoors, acknowledging the land as it begins to wake again. Even a few moments of quiet reflection can become a form of charm — a way of aligning yourself with the season’s forward movement.

At its heart, Charming of the Plough is about relationship. Relationship with the earth, with the unseen currents that shape our lives, and with the work we choose to carry into the coming year. It reminds us that pagan practice isn’t confined to grand rituals or distant mythic landscapes. It lives wherever intention meets action — wherever someone chooses to begin again with awareness and care both with their tools and with themselves.

One of the things I’ve noticed over the years is how naturally this rite adapts to different climates and lives. In Northern Europe, early February may have carried that threshold energy. I’ve performed this rite in early & mid February. I’ve combined it with Imbolc, Dísablót, and even the Spring Equinox. I have found that I prefer to do this as a simple ceremony all on its own. And for many of us today, early March feels more honest — the first thaw, the subtle (and now noticeable) lengthening of daylight, the sense that plans are ready to move from imagination into motion. Timing the ritual to the rhythm of your own land keeps it rooted in relationship rather than rigid tradition. This works well as a preparation rite before Ostara.

As you step into this season, consider what your “plough” might be. What tools are waiting for your attention? What parts of your life feel ready to open new ground? Maybe take the time to cleanse your ritual tools, altars, and other tools of your mundane trade(s) as a way to reset and prepare for the much busier time of year ahead. There’s no need to rush it though. Like the land itself, the charm unfolds slowly, inviting you to step forward at your own pace.

I have another podcast on this subject releasing March 1st – the link will post here automatically on that day. Give it a listen and see if this is a practice you might enjoy adding to your repertoire.

In the meantime, start listening to the air around you. The signs are there and it’s time to feel that hope renew within again. So drink deep of this seasonal shift, and don’t forget to find your sacred breath.