Saturday, December 8, 2018

Love of Life



Without love, we would have no Òðr or passion in life, no will to live, and no fire in our minds that fuel our Runes or Magic. Many throw away love, for all sorts of reasons: because they feel unworthy of it, because it's not glamorous or it doesn't come in the package they expect, because everyone around them makes fun of people for cherishing it, because we've been told it doesn't put food on the table, because...because...

I have had people tell me that my loving nature is weakness and I will always be hurt. That may be the case...i may always suffer adversity...i may not have a choice in that, but I have the choice to choose to love. If I am to suffer the whims of fate, i would only want to do so being the most loving that I can. I need my goddesses in those darkest of times.

 I once had a dream from an ancestor who told me that the reason that the Christians won was because they got Pagans to sacrifice freedom for a false love. My ancestor said that in the old days, they knew that the great treasure of the Gods was the Goddesses. The Goddesses WERE the wealth and They Carried the love of family which was the wealth of the tribe. Hardship can make a man cold and when a people have suffered they can become swindled by thieves. The thing is, love never thrives in slavery, which is what the mindset of what Christianity is. It is a mindset of blind service and worship to a god without consideration of oneself. That infertile ground will always choke out love. Love eventually dies when it's shackled by commandments. For a thousand years, Pagans slowly betrayed their Personal Liberation for such slavery and sought a god that taught them false love. True love exists in Freedom. True love exists in the cracks of circumstance seeping through like light through a cave. In the Voluspa, the greatest war was fought over Oaths broken because of love. The gods know that love is the greatest wealth. Yet we threw it away everyday because it doesn't give us money or prestige or power.
We sacrifice the love and kindness of those who care most about us and in doing so, we show the goddesses that we no longer believe in them or want them in our lives.

We throw away love because we've been taught that it means nothing and yet we become angry because the world does not love us or treat us with kindness and consideration. Meanwhile the world grows cold in the heart, and the minds of men forsake the goddess at thier own doom.

Doom always comes when someone forsakes the calling of thier heart for the ideals of others.

When I was younger, I thought i had to be an angry environmentalist and abuse people to help them see my agenda. I couldn't just love them and let them work thier shit out. I had to meddle. I had to push. I had to be an Asshole...until my Ancestors showed me that I had become the very nightmare I was fighting.

So I sat for years and listened to them...and listened to people around me. That was when Odin the Shaman found me and I cracked inside out...realizing that I have been fighting myself the whole time and betraying the Goddesses every step of the way.

And you know what? My mothers forgave me...because they knew I had a thousand years of oorlog piled upon my heart and it had been so long since my family had felt the full love of the Earth and her Goddesses.

So I opened myself to thier teaching and step by step, i widened that door to thier love.

The consequence has been being misunderstood and hurt by every person I meet...but I now get to choose freedom over slavery. I will love people and give them the freedom to love me back or not. I will no longer grasp...but cherish even the most fleeting of moments.

For life is but a Svipdag...a fleeting day. Love edures forever.

Fire and Ice



Once upon a time, spirits came from the stars in beams of light...they hit this planet infusing consciouness into matter, making life. Cycle after cycle this life grows and seeks to understand itself. A few life forms rise and seek to know more about where life came from...they see the stars and feel they are home....they seek to wake those around them to the souls within thier material form.

Many get confused in this journey of knowing. Each of us have a piece of the puzzle and if we can remember that, in a way, all of us are right...if we remember to open our minds to take in everything...we just might grow and heal the divides that happen.

When souls get divided from the rest, they slow down and succumb to apathy...the great Isa that buried Buri. It has a spirit...it is a force in this universe. Isa and Dagaz dance in the cosmos. In the end it's not about light or dark or good and evil. It's about fire and ice. Too much fire and we burn and merge with the infinate. Too much ice and we slow and become inert.

Fire is the energy of Odr...the energy of spirit. Ice is the calming of it. We can freeze and still live in our bodies for a while when our spirit is frozen, but we don't usually live too well (it is seen as a deadness in the eyes). It's easy to fall asleep in the soul, especially when we feel isolated and not loved...especially when no one believes in us or loves us. A wise soul knows how to find the hot springs of spirit in order to get the soul moving again.

We need it just right as humans. Just enough fire. Just enough ice. Dancing in the gap between the precarious balance of the two. If we are out of balance, we either burn or we fade.

If you're too cold, find some heat. If you're too warm, find some ice. It's your journey.

Don't die.

Isa



Isa


Before life began all matter wove
With the lattice work of time. Then,
Moved and melted by Muspell fires -
ISA became Hoarfrost, mother of Ymir.
With Audumbla as Nursemaid,
(Since HAGALAZ makes for a bitter mother)
Ymir grew, while emergent Gods
Seeded the ground with green Laukan.
And yet, Isa remained: Sword of Norðri
Might of matter, and the Main of Time.
For all Runes are birthed from ISA
All Runes come from the single groove
Made by a Rune Carver's knife.
She is the Hatch, the slice, the sword mark
Upon the tender bark of the tree.
She is the force, the foundation, the essence
Of what moves in this Midgard world.
She is the Hamr’s skin, the warrior’s blade
Time’s unyielding glacier of decay.
She can engulf and trap,
Yet is a bridge to skate upon,
While weeping, she waits before Sunna’s fire.
She is the balm to the fevered and unrelenting mind.
She is the bane to the lazy and insolent.
She is the peace-bringer and entropy of all fires -
That burn in the hearts and mind of men.
And she can trap even the greatest of Gods
Who pause to slumber in her quiet Nifl fields.

- Christina Marvel

Birch Torch



Birch Torch

The torch holds the Kenaz that burns the Birch.
For Berkano is the wood that feeds the flames.
It’s dry bark is used for ember’s birth
And the written enlightened word.
Both lights capturing the illumination of the mind.

The estate is built by the Birch.
Well sought are it’s gentle groves.
A signal of water-born earth -
Harvest comes wherever Berkano thrives.

The greening wood becomes red-gold flame,
The seedless harvest is turned to burning,
And yet, what is cut does not stop growing,
Where roots do hold fast.

The estate needs Birch to build and adorn the hall
With fuel for fires of the Hearth.
For without Birch, there would be no warmth, no light,
No illuminating heat.
No shared minds, nor warmed heart.

The Birch is the greenest of trees
The seedless mother,
The nursemaid of fire.
The green home illuminating
Fehu’s Byre.

- Christina Marvel

The Shape of Pain



The Shape of Pain

Pain has a shape:
An action and a reaction.
A shadow dance of Self.
If felt for long enough
We mold into the opposite shape
Of those causing us pain.

And when the pain is removed
We flow, like a tide pool
Into a footprint, becoming
The very pain that was caused to us.

If others come across us at this time
We lash out to those loving and kind
With the same pain that was dealt to us.

And they take the shape of our last pain.
Thus pain passes on its shape
Generations weeping
From broken heart to broken heart.

Only when we pause
While flowing in and out
Of the shape of our pain
Only when we refrain from shaping others
Do we stop the rebirth of tragedy.

It takes Patience and Awareness
And the willingness to forgive oneself -
To disbelieve the shadows that haunt us.

It takes openness and hope
And creativity to see how we
Created half of the shape of our pain
And that we are responsible for it.

And we just might find
That if we pause after pain
If we, instead of reacting -
Merely listen, accept, and heal
The Self.
If we take conscious responsibility
Of the shape of our Self.

Then the shape of pain fades
Becoming but a distant memory
Lost to our kin and family.

- Christina Marvel

Friday, November 23, 2018

Sif of the Golden Hair



It was a nice Thanksgiving this year. I went to a yoga workshop in the morning and spent the whole afternoon studying Runes and Qi Gong healing techniques. At some point as I was heading to bed, I chuckled to myself. A year ago, the thought of spending holdays alone would have been a horror. Now, I'm grateful for my space. Everyone in my life is there as a blessing. I've cleared all the things from me that no longer work. I've choosen what was most important to me. I am very grateful for a new special someone that makes my every day happy. I am grateful for the small group of friends I do have. I am grateful for the small yoga studio where I'm learning Kundalini yoga. I am grateful to my Ancestors and Gods who have supported me every step of the way. I am grateful to all the kind folk I meet online like yourselves that continually amaze and inspire me.

Life may bring unforseen events, but how we percieve them determines how they affect us. Opening up to the Runes is never easy because they demand that you be true to yourself and being true to yourself is never popular. The majority of people in this world would rather give away thier true nature for a small bit of ease and comfort. Freedom always comes with the danger of the unknown.

After all, life is about choices. Eventually our consciousness is molded by our choices. We become what we choose. So in the end, choice really is what matters.

Own your choices. Live deliberately. The world may end up hating you, but you will grow to love yourself...and in the end, that's what fulfills us. That's what gets us through the darkness of this world. Self Love.

One goddess that has taught me much in this journey of Self Love is the Harvest Goddess Sif, beloved wife of Tor. In my heart I call her  "she who lost and gained her beauty back" and her story has been an inspiration to me over the years. Her journey reminds all of us women that no matter if we get lost and forget our worth, that we can eventually heal and regain that strength again. The beautiful thing is that when we go through those trials, our hearts are ever tender to the lost and forgotten women of this world... Much like the tender heart of Sif.

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

The Love of the Goddess


2018 11-20 The love of the Goddess

Without love, we would have no Òðr or passion in life, no will to live, and no fire in our minds that fuel our Runes or Magic. Many throw away love, for all sorts of reasons: because they feel unworthy of it, because it's not glamorous or it doesn't come in the package they expect, because everyone around them makes fun of people for cherishing it, because we've been told it doesn't put food on the table, because...because...

I have had people tell me that my loving nature is weakness and I will always be hurt. That may be the case...i may always suffer adversity...i may not have a choice in that, but I have the choice to choose to love. If I am to suffer the whims of fate, i would only want to do so being the most loving that I can. I need my goddesses in those darkest of times.

I once had a dream from an ancestor who told me that the reason that the Christians won was because they got Pagans to sacrifice freedom for a false love. My ancestor said that in the old days, they knew that the great treasure of the Gods was the Goddesses. The Goddesses WERE the wealth and They Carried the love of family which was the wealth of the tribe. Hardship can make a man cold and when a people have suffered they can become swindled by thieves. The thing is, love never thrives in slavery, which is what the mindset of what Christianity is. It is a mindset of blind service and worship to a god without consideration of oneself. That infertile ground will always choke out love. Love eventually dies when it's shackled by commandments. For a thousand years, Pagans slowly betrayed their Personal Liberation for such slavery and sought a god that taught them false love. True love exists in Freedom. True love exists in the cracks of circumstance seeping through like light through a cave. In the Voluspa, the greatest war was fought over Oaths broken because of love. The gods know that love is the greatest wealth. Yet we threw it away everyday because it doesn't give us money or prestige or power.
We sacrifice the love and kindness of those who care most about us and in doing so, we show the goddesses that we no longer believe in them or want them in our lives.

We throw away love because we've been taught that it means nothing and yet we become angry because the world does not love us or treat us with kindness and consideration. Meanwhile the world grows cold in the heart, and the minds of men forsake the goddess at their own doom.

Doom always comes when someone forsakes the calling of their heart for the ideals of others.

When I was younger, I thought i had to be an angry environmentalist and abuse people to help them see my agenda. I couldn't just love them and let them work their shit out. I had to meddle. I had to push. I had to be an Asshole...until my Ancestors showed me that I had become the very nightmare I was fighting.

So I sat for years and listened to them...and listened to people around me. That was when Odin the Shaman found me and I cracked inside out...realizing that I have been fighting myself the whole time and betraying the Goddesses every step of the way.

And you know what? My mothers forgave me...because they knew I had a thousand years of oorlog piled upon my heart and it had been so long since my family had felt the full love of the Earth and her Goddesses.

So I opened myself to thier teaching and step by step, i widened that door to thier love.

The consequence has been being misunderstood and hurt by every person I meet...but I now get to choose freedom over slavery. I will love people and give them the freedom to love me back or not. I will no longer grasp...but cherish even the most fleeting of moments.

For life is but a Svipdag...a fleeting day.

Love endures forever.