Loki's Quarrel
Pagan
Devotee of Loki
And all his family
Devotee of Loki
And all his family
altar, angrboda, ancestors, ar ndraiocht fein, bragi, christianity, dedicant path, disting, drinking horns, druid, elements, fenrir, foxes, frey, frigg, gender, geri and freki, gerd, godspouse, hel, herbs, hinduism, huginn and muninn, jord, jormungand, kitchen witchcraft, loki, luciferianism, mead, muspelheim, niflheim, northern tradition, nott, odin, omens, poetic edda, prayers, ravens, recipes, ritual, runes, saga, shamanism, sigyn, skoll and hati, sleipnir, tyr, valknut, valkyries, vikings, virtues, wheel of the year, wicca, wolves, yggdrasil, yule
"You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants a magical solution to their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic."
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→ 29 May 12 at 11 am
→ 29 May 12 at 11 am
Gorgeous! And seems fitting for a poem:
I adore you, O Wolf Mother,
Queen of the Iron Wood,
Mother of Fenrir, Hela, and Jormungard.
You are wily and wise, and
I prize Your counsel.
Hail, Angrboda, may Your hand guide our Clan
In lean times and plenty, war and peace.
(via rokkatru)
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→ 28 May 12 at 3 am
→ 28 May 12 at 3 am
Just a thought.
I would like you to consider the fact that you are an entire asshat.
The privilege present in this little gem is just fucking nauseating.
Some people can’t fucking risk their necks by ‘coming out’.
Some people have more at stake than getting kicked out, like oh, I dunno, abuse and bodily integrity.
This is the kind of mental-illness shaming bullshit that hurts people who experience emotional or personality disorders by telling them that their experiences are not valid enough. That they can just pep-talk away the hurt and the danger and the shitty situations they live in.
Well, sorry BRO, that not everyone can pull themselves up by their damn BOOTSTRAPS.
Just because you think it’s worth it to come out against those who dislike your faith or identity, does not mean that it’s safe or even fucking viable for anyone fucking else. Having shit like this floating around the pagan community is so fucking hurtful to everyone who experiences these types of issues.
To anyone else reading this:
Your feelings are valid. You are not lazy, weak, or any other fucking less-than adjective. Your motivations and identities are your own. Don’t let idiots like this tell you that you are less-than just because you don’t feel safe risking your neck to proclaim your identities from the mountaintops. Mental illness IS an illness. Not everyone copes the same, obviously, because not everyone’s identities and experiences are the fucking same, just because they are described with the same fucking words.
OP, please remove your head from your ass before you post more prescriptive, harmful, mental-health shaming bullshit.
All of this commentary.
As requested, I crafted a bamboo altar set for you guys!
I had a lot of fun working on this!
I gave the athame a double-edged blade and a primitive-looking wrapped fiber handle.
The wand has a cut point. I left the handle unfilled, so whoever ends up with it can bore a hole in the handle and fill it with whatever magickal bric-a-brac suits their fancy!
The chalice was the easy part, of course. I considered pyrographing the outside, but I appreciate the way it fades from light to dark too much for that. It holds about as much liquid as two shotglasses.
Thank you to you who requested that I make this! I really, truly enjoyed putting this set together.
I am putting this set up for sale in the hopes that it finds a good home. It is only $25.00 for the whole set, and it can be purchased here:
https://www.etsy.com/listing/100768322/bamboo-altar-set
Merry Meet to those who come.
Blessed Be to those who go.
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→ 26 May 12 at 10 pm
→ 26 May 12 at 10 pm
Today I finally got my herb seedlings into my new (first) garden, after planting my vegetable seeds a few days ago. I’m still missing my lemon verbena and garlic, but those will be coming shortly.
Around sunset I did a small ritual blessing of the garden. I baked some Crescent Cakes for Máni and Hati, to ask for their nightly blessing. I liberally drizzled some of the Dandelion Syrup I made recently over them, to ask for Sunna and Sköll’s daily blessing.
Because I always include my patrons in any workings I do, I added to the crescent batter a teaspoon of cinnamon for Loki, a teaspoon of coarse black pepper for Angrboda, and a teaspoon of freshly chopped lilac petals for Sigyn. I shared the extra cakes with the family this evening, and I have to say, the result was delicious. Just a light amount of heat to add a lovely bite to the sweet cakes.
While I was mixing the batter I cut my index finger on the edge of a bottle cap, and as I almost never cut myself in the kitchen, I figured this was a sign someone wanted that sort on intimate offering, so I added a drop of blood (I’m free of any blood borne illnesses, so I wasn’t putting any mortals who ate them at any risk. Always be careful when working with blood!)
I left the cakes and syrup in the center of the garden for the Sky Siblings, then walked around my garden twice chanting. Once offering whole milk at each corner and chanting softly to Jord for her earthly blessing. Then once again pouring out a large bottle of spring water I had charged during the Super Full Moon, chanting softly to Sunna, Sköll, Máni, and Hati. When I was done chanting I also poured some milk, and the last of the charged water, in the very center of the garden and had a few brief moments of stillness.
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→ 26 May 12 at 8 pm
→ 26 May 12 at 8 pm
The Black Death in Norway
The population of Norway was at least halved during the Plague. Some figures put the death toll as high as 70%. Nearly the entire clergy was wiped out; only one bishop survived. Old Norse died out because there were so few people left who knew how to speak it. And Norway was so weakened politically by deaths among the nobility that it was forced into a union with Sweden and Denmark, after which it remained under the Danish crown for 400 years.
According to Norwegian folklore, the Plague was an old woman who went from farm to farm. Where she used the rake, some survived; but where she used the broom, everybody died.
(via skadisdottir)
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→ 26 May 12 at 1 am
→ 26 May 12 at 1 am
Okay, disclaimer: THIS IS MY PERSONAL FUCKING ART AND IT WAS HARD FUCKING WORK, SO IF I SEE THIS SHIT FLOATING AROUND WITHOUT CREDIT ATTACHED I WILL SMACK SOMEONE, MOFUCKAS. I know how you Tumblerites Looooooove to remove credit, but fucking DO NOT, or the wrath of Witchy will be upon you.
Ahmen. Okay, so this is the result of a month of hard fucking work (those hinges were a fucking PAIN in my ASS). This is made of copper sheet, with brass marriage of metal in the center panel and for the hinge pins.
Yes, it was all made by hand. Yes, I am that cool.
On the front sit Mugin and Hunin, one is partially erased due to an “accident” in the spray etcher. I like it, as it reminds us that we have to rely more heavily on our intellect than our memories to recreate this religion/spiritual type thing.
Once you open it to the first folds, there are two independent panels. The left one is a well and a tree, with hazelnuts and a salmon. This is a prominent theme in Gaelic myth, and it carries over a bit into Norse cosmology as well. The salmon could be a nod to Loki, not sure about that one myself. The left is Loki’s Brood, Hel, Jormungand, and Fenrir, with Loki himself present in the form of a fly.
The second set of folds reveals two diptychs. On the left are Freyr and Freya. It’s hard to see, but Freyr is holding his ship and an antler, with Gullinbursti at the bottom. Freya has a spindle, connecting her to Frigg and possibly Perchta, with a stang, also possible connection to Perchta. The feathers are from her falcon cloak. I included both a necklace and a belt, as I’m unsure which interpretation of Brisingamen I’m most fond of.
The diptych on the right is of Brigid and Beira. Beira’s hammer may or may not be a nod to Thor as well, unsure on that one right now. On Brigid’ belt are some tongs for metalworking, and she holds a candle. A sheepie is at her feet.
In the center panel is a cauldron with a flame coming from/ floating above it. The flame, again, is a brass marriage of metal. In front of the cauldron are a horn and some branches (tried to make them oak, ash, and thorn, but the etcher doesn’t get terribly detailed :P), as well as a couple of acorns. Runes on the horn read “for the gods, ungods, and ancestors”.
I would like feedback if you’re a metalsmith or artist, but take it easy as it was my first semester in metals and this project caused a lot of tears. Feel free to ask any questions you have about the construction of this piece. Thanks for looking, and remember RESPECT MY FUCKING COPYRIGHT, BITCHES.
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→ 26 May 12 at 12 am
→ 26 May 12 at 12 am
My altar with some fancy offerings included! I made three loaves for offering (plus two larger loaves for the family) from my sourdough starter!
Loki’s had some cinnamon, cloves, and rosemary?, with some coffee for drinks
Thor’s was just drizzled in honey, with milk.
And one for Freyr/Freya with Greek spices and distilled ice water.
And! A locally made organic beeswax candle for everyone, but with Freya and Perchta especially in mind.
I am really happy with my altar setup this summer. I’m at home, so I get to use my gigantic antique dresser. My two brooms I found thrifting, the right side one is a cinnamon broom, and the left one is a green and yellow broom that I think looks like a pineapple, therefore hospitality.
If you have any questions about my altar or its setup, feel free to ask!
Reblogged from ftmconfessions.
This is so fantastic.
This is the kind of community we need; accepting people for who they are, no questions asked, no trying to fit people into molds.
(via witchyways)
