Heathen related classes for Free Spirit Gathering 2012

Free Spirit Gathering has release their preliminary events schedule.   Here are the heathen related events currently booked:

Blots — Tue-Sunday morning

Sumbel’s – Two, one Tuesday night and one Saturday Night

Introduction to Heathenism – Thursday morning

Heimdall: Guardian of the Bifrost Bridge – Thursday afternoon

The Path of Honor: Oaths and Oath taking – Friday Morning

Introduction to Bind Runes – Friday Afternoon

 

And Scott Mohnkern and Eric S will be co teaching a generic pagan class “The philosopher and the mystic” on Saturday afternoon.

 

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Thanks to everyone for Contributing to the Jacqui MacMillan medical expense fund

Thanks to everyone for purchasing books this month.   This month’s book profit are going to Jacqui MacMillan’s medical fund.   Jacqui has been a leader in the pagan community on the east coast for years, and she’s encountered significant medical issues, and unfortunately currently does not have medical insurance.

Your contributions raised $195 for her expenses.

 

Scott Mohnkern

Editor

The Modern Heathen

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Yule Ritual

The following is a Yule ritual based upon Raven Kaldera’s Yule Ritual.   It has been modified to have less ritualistic components (no robes), and is designed to be flexible in terms of participant counts.

People gather around the altar, where there are 9 candles unlit. Underneath each candle is one of the “caller” quotes below.

Gythija:

Hail to the Sun who walks the way, Of dusty dawn, of golden glow,

Of glint of growing, turning Day.  Hail to the cycle and the flow.


Gothi:

This is the darkest time of the year, when the Sun is swallowed up and dies. In ancient times, the Sun was brought back to life with fire and light on the Solstice.

Let us imagine, now, those dark and ancient times. Go back six thousand years to a cold place. You are clad in clothing of rough wool and fur, and you speak a language unlike ours, yet with some words that will someday be passed on to us. Your people have lived in this cold place for so long that you remember the glaciers melting, the Ice Age receding. It is part of your creation myths.

Imagine that you are standing in a clearing in the woods, the scent of pine all around you, just before dawn. It is freezing cold, and for days uncounted you have huddled inside next to a fire, with the sky too dark to work or even to see outside. Yet on this morning your eyes are fixed on a single standing stone, or perhaps a pole driven into the earth, which will prove the rebirth of the Sun which gives all life.

Imagine that you watch the Sun rise, seeing it come up in its appointed place as it always does, and a hush of wonder falls over your tribe, crowded around you. It is the promise of the new year, the promise that the days will get longer, and eventually warmer, and the spring will come. You rejoice. You cheer. You weep with joy. You beat on drums and shout. You call this day Yeohwla, which means simply, the Winter Solstice.

Someday strangers will come, driving wagons, great numbers of them. They will settle next to you, and intermarry with you, and teach of things like wheels and horses, and you will give them the words “wife”, and “child”, and teach them the mysteries of “Yeohwla”, which their descendants—and yours—will pass on as Yule. You will teach the mysteries of Hope and Rebirth, of fire and light that resurrects the year. And they will stand in that cold place and learn to praise the coming of the Sun, and so will their children’s children. And so do we.

Take flame now, flame from the wheel of the Sun, and carry it close to you, for fire is precious. It means warmth and light and cooked food. Be careful with it, neither letting it spread nor go out. Each of you light a candle and hold it close.

(Everyone takes a piece of paper from underneath a candle, reads it, and lights a candle)

If there are any unlit candles at this point, others may, at their choice, take another piece of paper, read it, and light the candle.   Or they can remain unlit.

Gythija: Hail to the Ancestors who lived that we might live,
Who watched the Sun’s round and praised her mightily.
Hail Sunna! Bless us all with your bright gaze
And bring the light of contentment
With all things that flux and change
And yet always come around
Into our questing hearts.

All: Hail Sunna!

(A horn of mead is passed, and folk speak of some great difficulty that troubled them, but that they have now come to terms with, and how they came to understanding on a day-to-day basis. This is the sort of thing which Sunna excels at—aiding those who would learn how to cope daily with something hard that will not pass, and teaching them never to let it dim their light. The candles are not put out until everyone has left the room, unless they become a fire hazard.)

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Hail to the sleeping Sun Maiden who awakes!
Hail to her first steps, like one newborn,
As she feels the change, the shift,
The turn from downward to upward!
On this the shortest day of all,
Odin leads the Wild Hunt in shrieking furor,
Bonfires burn and voices are upraised in song,
And Sunna blinks her sky-bright eyes
And blesses us on the frosty Yule morning.
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Hail to the Sun over the snowfields!
Hail to her light over the frozen land
As the lambs are born and the ewe’s milk flows.
Frau Holle shakes the snow from her pillows
Like clouds of feathers in the sky,
We hail the Disir of our ancestors,
The women who survived to watch in wisdom,
And Sunna lights the darkened sky
And blesses us on frozen mornings.
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Hail to the Sun in the time of Spring!
Dawn’s own moment, the in-breath of perfect air,
The time of wind and rain, fierce storms
And freshest of wet mornings. Hail Ostara
As she dances through the greening fields, hail Freya
With flowers blooming in her footsteps.
Hail Thor who brings the rain and washes clean,
And Sunna lights the equinox sky
And blesses us on Ostara mornings.
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Hail to the Sun in the time of Greening!
The trees spread their leaves, the flowers bloom,
The pole rises to touch the sky!
For deep in the darkness Odin the Wanderer
Who hung three nights in the embrace of the Tree
Has won the runes and broken free, and we rejoice!
Walburga walks the woods, the Hunt can never catch her,
And Sunna lights the green-leaved sky
And blesses us on Walpurgisnacht morning.
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Hail to the Sun on her most perfect day!
We are torn between great joy and great sorrow
For the Sun is golden overhead, and abundant are the fruits
Of the earth, and yet Baldur’s blood soaks
Into that earth as well. It is the first sudden funeral
Of the year, and we dance for sorrow and for joy.
The first golden king walks the Hel Road,
And Sunna reigns over the tear-blue sky
And blesses us on Litha morning.
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Hail to the Sun over the fields of grain!
On this day Frey, the second golden king,
Walks willingly to his doom. As the sickle cuts,
As the grain falls, as the harvest is begun,
The people are fed, and the Sun’s bounty is collected.
Hail to Frey and his willing sacrifice, no sudden thing
But measured, open, gentle-handed like Death
And Sunna lights the summer sky
And blesses us on Lammas morning.
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Hail to the Sun over the Harvest Fair!
We have worked and toiled on Jord’s fertile breast
And we reap the abundance that we deserve, or at least
That we have been lucky enough to get this year.
Hail to the scythe, the winnowing basket, the honey in the hive,
The grain and beer, the milk that flows and the flesh
That is sacrificed that we might live and thrive,
And Sunna lights the autumn sky
And blesses us on Harvest mornings.
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Hail to the Sun on Winter’s Gate!
The leaves fall like a carpet before Sunna’s fading path
And the barrows of the Ancestors call us, looming
Like dark shadows through the bare black trees.
Darkness is setting in, but we do not fear,
For all things turn again unto the light, as Sunna
Herself has taught us, in her dancing round of the year.
And Sunna lights the clouded sky
And blesses us on the morning of winternight.

 

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Friend in need – donating profits

A good friend to the Pagan community, Jaqui MacMillan has recently been diagnosed with a tumor in her abdomen, and potentially ovarian cancer.    Unfortunately, her current circumstances have placed her in a position where she does not have health insurance.    She’s an incredibly kind person, gifted teacher, and musician.

I’ve decided to contribute the profits of any sales of my books for the month of December to her medical costs.   So if you’ve been thinking about Yule gifts, or just want to lend a hand, please purchase any of my books on Amazon.com this month to contribute to her cause:

My Amazon Books

 

Additional information about her situation is here http://divamojo.com/night-of-joy/

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New Heathen Festival in Darlington, MD

There’s a new Heathen festival that’s “Sprung up” in Darlington, MD.   The Nine Worlds Festival.   This festival describes itself as:

“a celebration of the Norse/Germanic/Anglo-Saxon Gods and Goddesses! We are gathering at Ramblewood Retreat Center in Darlington, MD from October 18 – 21 , 2012, Thursday through Sunday. Come walk the Nine Worlds that spin around the World Tree, and honor the Gods, spirits, and ancestors.”

 

There are several excellent (and some controversial) lecturers at this festival including:

 

Erik Clark

Erik Clark is a brewer of sacred mead, Rune Worker, Fellow in the Rune Gild, and a follower of the Old Northern European traditions and Gods in a modern context. His focus of study in the Rune Gild is on pre-Christian Anglo-Saxon spirituality and religion. He believes language is one of the keys to Mystery and enjoys studying the mysteries in his native language and it’s predecessors. He is currently nursing a growing interest in altered/ecstatic states created by breath work, singing, chanting, etc. He lives alone with two cats and four chickens and more computers than any one person needs. He enjoys sewing, singing, playing his guitar, making, hacking, cooking, and creating new things out of old things. He has a deep passion for things that grow, self-sufficiency, and getting along with people.

Del

Del has been referred to as “the red fizzy soda of the Gods – they keep passing it around saying, ‘You’ve got to try some of this!’” A child of Loki and an advocate for many underdogs, Del has worked as a Pagan hospital chaplain and presents regularly in Pagan and alternative lifestyle circles.

Raven Kaldera

Raven Kaldera is a Northern-Tradition Pagan shaman, herbalist, astrologer, transgendered intersexual activist, homesteader, and founding member of the First Kingdom Church of Asphodel. He is the author of too many books to list here, including the Northern-Tradition Shamanism series, Drawing Down the Spirits (with Kenaz Filan), Northern Tradition for the Solitary Practitioner (with Galina Krasskova), Pagan Astrology, and Hermaphrodeities: The Transgender Spirituality Workbook. ‘Tis an ill wind that blows no minds.

Anya Kless

The author of Lilith: Queen of the Desert, Anya Kless is a dual-tradition priestess and spirit worker, dedicated to Odin on one side and Lilith on the other. She has many years of experience in juggling the demands of Norse Gods with deities from other cosmologies. Her writing can also be found in the upcoming anthology Gender and Transgender in Modern Paganism and at her blog “The Fruit of Pain.”

Galina Krasskova

Galina Krasskova is a free range tribalist Heathen who has been a priest of Odin and Loki for close to twenty years. Originally ordained in the Fellowship of Isis in 1995, Ms. Krasskova also attended the New Seminary where she was ordained in 2000. She is a member of Ironwood Kindred (MA), Asatru in Frankfurt (Frankfurt am Main, Germany), the First Kingdom Church of Asphodel (MA), the American Academy of Religion, and the Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice. She has been a state contracted expert on the Asatru faith, and is currently involved in prison ministry. Ms. Krasskova holds diplomas from The New Seminary (2000), a B.A. in Religious Studies from Empire State College (2007), and an M.A. in Religious Studies from New York University (2009). She’s presented at prestigious academic conferences including those held at Harvard, Santa Barbara University, and Ohio State University.  An experienced diviner, ordeal master, and conjure woman, her primary interest is in devotional work and the reconstruction of Northern Tradition shamanism. She can be found at Gangleri’s Grove.

Scott Mohnkern

Scott Mohnkern was introduced to Heathenry by Raven Kindred South in the 1990′s after having left the Methodist church.  He started as a solitary practitioner, and at the turn of the century formed a study/ritual group and started teaching classes at local festivals. Since then he has written two books, A Year of Viking ritual and Hanging from the Tree: Living with the Runes. He sees the northern traditions not just as a religious practices, but as a way of conducting one’s life. Scott is strongly tied to Odin, Freyja, Tyr, and Thor. He currently teaches northern European topics and technical topics at Cherry Hill Seminary.

Laura Patsouris

Laura Patsouris comes from a long line of mediums, Ancestor Workers and practitioners of the esoteric arts. She was born in Miami and was raised in the Cuban community there before moving to New England in 1986. She started on this path at a young age when her beloved Grandmother died and she realized their bond remained strong and vital. Today Laura lives in Connecticut with her family, works as a nurse, and teaches classes in Ancestor Work both locally and regionally. It is her life’s mission to teach others to honor and work with their dead and to emphasize that ancestral obligations transcend cultural and religious boundaries.

Eric S.

Eric S. considers himself a Heathen philosopher. Eric follows a Norse path influenced by classical philosophy (especially the Greco-Roman moralists), pragmatism, and scholarship. He has always felt strongly tied to Heimdall, even when he didn’t really realize why or what that meant. He also relates to Freya and other female deities. Eric is drawn to guardianship at many levels.

Jane Sibley

Jane T. Sibley, Ph.D., is a traditional Norse practitioner and a specialist in Norse folklore and runes.  She has taught at many Pagan events for decades, including at Rites of Spring, Feast of Lights, Twilight Covening, Beltane, Ecumenicon … the list goes on … and also hosts MithraCon, which focuses on Mithraism and other cults in the Roman Empire. Her books, Norse Mythology According to Uncle Einar,The Hammer of the Smith, and the recently-released “The Divine Thunderbolt: Missile of the Gods are available in the dealers’ room along with her spices and seasoning blends, and teas. http://www.auntiearwenspices.com/

Tchipakkan

Tchipakkan is an artist, writer, healer, and eclectic Pagan-Heathen-rustic. Openly Pagan since the 60s, she’s currently living on a small farm in NH aimed at self sufficiency and sustainability, with 3 adult children (all artists and writers), and a varying assortment of animal-friends and livestock. On weekends Tchipakkan teaches, while her daughters sell the family’s art through Cabochons, and they write, paint, sculpt, etc. the rest of the week. Recent writings include articles in  SageWoman and Hex magazines. Tchipakkan also wrote Divine Cookies and The Heathen Cookie Book, and paints book covers and portraits.

Elizabeth Vongvisith

Elizabeth Vongvisith is a Lokean priestess, consort and nun, gydja of Iron Wood Kindred, member of the Kingdom of Asphodel, politically incorrect liberal, intrepid road tripper, part-time house elf and dedicated amateur cook. Her other books include Trickster My Beloved: Poems for Laufey’s Son and Love and Shadows: Devotional Poetry, both published by Asphodel Press. She lives in central Massachusetts.

 

 

 

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Heathen Classes Free Spirit Gathering 2011

The following heathen/asatru related classes will be offered at Free Spirit Gathering this year:

  • Five Blots
  • Two Sumbels
  • Introduction to Rune Divination
  • Introduction to Bind Runes
  • Heimdall: Guardian of the Bifrost Bridge
  • The Path of Honor: Oaths, One’s Word, and Oath Taking
  • Rage, Strength, and Spirituality
  • Freya: Lady of the Norse
  • Intro to Stáv
  • Stáv Staff Training
  • Stáv: The Warrior’s Daily Meditation

Plus many many other classes that aren’t northern related.

http://www.freespiritgathering.org

 

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Book – Asatru for Beginners

Review – Asatru for Beginners by Erin Lale

Last night, in my daily google report for new Asatru links, a book came up on scribd.  Asatru for Beginners.  Most of the links I get notified about I don’t bother to open, but this one peaked my interest.

Now everybody and their mother has written an introduction to Asatru book, from well respected authors (like Thorrson and Paxson) to leaders of kindreds (such as Lew Stead’s Ravenbok).   They all have their on color on things, with some being more dogmatic (Havamal thumping) and others being more flexible about practice.  You also have the more racist tomes mixed in as well.

As I opened up this book (An impressive 157 printed pages) to find that Ms. Lale, the author, started off by defining a few basic terms like pagan, Asatru, etc.   This really was a book designed for someone that had no exposure to the pagan religions.   She did an excellent analysis of the Universalist vs. Folkish analysis, and didn’t judge either side.

The opening of the book starts using a Question and Answer approach.   She answers questions like “Is Asatru a nature religion?” and “What is it like in Valhalla?”  Then she moves on to the Asatru creation myth.  She moves on to an explanation of the development of the Northern european religions (It’s similar to what’s found in Our Troth, by the ring of Troth, but more approachable).  She talks briefly about Asatru ethics, but doesn’t go into a lot of specifics (I kind of wish she had at this point, since I consider ethics the driving force, rather than the gods themselves), and also talks about Magic briefly.

there was one phrase I particularly liked:

Asatru is a religion of action, not faith

She moves on to address the “hijacking” of the symbolism of the Northern European religions by Hitler, and addresses discrimination against Asatruar in the United States in the 19th and early 20th centuries.   She then jumps to the 1970′s with the resurgence of Asatru and discusses the various branches of Northern European belief, such as Odinism, Theodism, etc.

All and all its an excellent analysis of both the creation myth, and the history of the religion.   I was disappointed that it wasn’t documented better, but having read a great amount of material (modern and historical), she’s pretty much on target.

She moves onto a discuss the gods, and has an incredibly comprehensive list (Micki Tracy, who follows the Stav tradition, has a more complete list, but its the only larger one I found).   She moves on to some other “terms” that one must wrap one’s head around like Haminja, house spirits, land vaettir, Valkyries, etc.

Its at this point she moves on to beliefs and and morality.   I there was any complaint I had at all was I would have moved this forward in the book.   I’ve always been of the belief that while Asatru is certainly about following the gods and goddesses, what distinguishes it from other pagan religions is Asatru’s belief and morality system, and its largely the driving force for many Asatruar.   She spends a lot of time talking about beliefs and the afterlife first, and then moves onto morality, both in the Havamal, and the Nine Noble Virtues.   I would have reversed the order, but that’s just me.  She didn’t give credit for the Nine Noble Virtues (them came from the Odinic Right She cin the 1970′s) but her list largely matched mine (she had steadfastness, instead of perseverence).  She kind of discounts the nine noble virtues and moves onto a discussion on the concepts of good vs. evil.

After this beliefs discussion, the book moves onto more practical matters, such as traditions, clothing, facial hair, hair length etc.   She points out that there are many traditions, but does a good job of describing “what practices have been.”  From there the book moves to a series of political topics such as animal rights, environmentalism, and drug testing. While I personally largely agreed with much of her interpretation, I felt it should have been documented more.   Some of her statements (such as beliefs on homosexuality) are inconsistent with many other Asatruars, and she should have spent some time documenting sources, or developing a stronger argument on her points.

The next section is on Rituals. She covers blot and sumbel (the two core documented rituals) and gives good examples.   She moves onto things like weddings, funerals, etc.   I would have caveated these sections indicating that some of these are not universal in terms of Asatru belief.    I also wish she’d gone more in depth on the nine fold blot (Something I learned from fellow Asatruar).

The final section was on magic. I was a little disappointed by this section.   Now for the majority of Asatruar they don’t practice any of the magical traditions so this typically wouldn’t be a problem.   However, from my particular practice, while she started out well (talking about types of magic) I felt that she “stretched” into areas that are really not part of most Asatru traditions, including Runic yoga.  I found it interesting she included Runic yoga, but didn’t include Runic Reiki (Called Runevaldr).   I’ve studied a bit on both, realizing that they aren’t part of the classic traditions, but felt them worthy of study.

She also suggests adopting magical practices from other traditions, and I personally wasn’t entirely comfortable with that concept.

And as with the majority of books centered around Asatru, she lists a series of resources at the end of her book.   She includes some good ones, but also some that I feel promote the racial/genetic issues that I personally think are a detriment to our religion, and doesn’t do well to distinguish these as being “controversial.”

All and all, and excellent work, and one that is now in my library as reference.   For anyone that is new to paganism, it certainly would be one reference (along with others) that I’d point them at.

 

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Yule Tale

The Yule Guest and the Tinkers

by Dennis Echternach

 

Once upon a time, there lived two brothers. They were tinkers by trade, and lived together in a modest little cottage in the thick of the black forest. One of the brothers, while of average skill, was an honest and hospitable man, giving honest work for honest payment and generally treating the local villagers well and fair in all of his dealings with them.

 

But the other brother, the most masterful of craftsmen, of unequalled skill even among the greatest smiths, was nonetheless, an incomparable scoundrel, sly as a fox and ruthless as a wild boar. He cheated people whenever he got the chance and always took advantage of them to the fullest extent of his abilities.

 

Famine and pestilence had struck the countryside, leaving the people with little resources with which to hire tinkers, and left the brothers mercilessly poor with little to eat, barely any clothes on their back, and scarcely any firewood to make it through the long, cold winter.  Winter had come early this year, and by the time the Yule season came round, snow had completely blanketed the land, and the icy winds had already long blown the last breath of life out of the most stubborn of thorn and thistle. The eve of the winter solstice was the coldest and most unforgiving the brothers could scarcely remember. As they huddled by their meager fire, disillusioned by the spirits of this holy night, who seemed to have abandoned the land altogether, a humble, lonely stranger appeared at their door, begging for their compassion, the slightest morsel of food, and a brief moment by their fire.

 

He was a ragged, tired looking old man in a tattered and soiled blue cloak, pale and worn from an eternity in the wind and cold. He had lost one of his eyes, and his sole orb appeared immeasurably sullen and withdrawn, as if from some unimaginable loss and pain incurred during his multitude of years. Yet, the scope of his gaze seemed equally unfathomable as he looked toward the brothers during his pleas for their hospitality.

 

He brought with him a haggard looking horse, dragging a rickety old sleigh, barely held together with cord and makeshift repairs. The skis were dull and rusted almost through, leaving one to wonder how it could still glide through the thick and heavy snow.

 

His horse was but barely a skeleton upon which was hung a dismal carcass of starvation and neglect. The pitiful creature seemed to bear death itself on his back. He seemed barely strong enough to stand aright, much less to pull a rickety sleigh.

 

As the brothers stood staring in awe at this sorry looking pair, the scoundrel noticed a pair of greedy looking ravens perched upon a nearby tree as the wind carried the howl of wolves on their nightly hunt into his brother’s timid ears.

 

“Surely the wolves will make short work of this humble pair if left out in the wild tonight”, said the hospitable brother.

 

“But I don’t like the look of those ravens in the tree”, said the other.

 

“They are likely expecting an easy meal, after the wolves leave their remnants”, said the hospitable brother.

 

“Or perhaps they are an omen of the pestilence and famine that this man wreaks of”, piped the scoundrel.

 

“Nonetheless, it will bode equally unwell for us in the eyes of fate if we do not offer them our hospitality and kindness”, said the hospitable brother as he opened the door and allowed the stranger to pass through.

 

…But the scoundrel had ideas of his own.

 

The hospitable brother offered to sharpen the skis on the stranger’s sleigh as soon as morning arrived. But, the scoundrel tore the poor contraption apart for extra firewood to keep warm through the night.  But when he lit the wood, it became cinders as soon as it was lit. The hospitable brother offered the stranger’s horse the few scraps left of their cabbage. But the scoundrel slaughtered the horse and cooked what he could scrounge as meat from its tired bones and cooked them by the fire.  He placed the meat on the table and greedily wielded his knife and fork. But, when he put the meat to his lips, it turned foul and spoiled.

Enraged, the scoundrel overcame the stranger and bound him by the fire and began to whip him with a broom handle. But the broom handle became a branch of thorns and pricked the scoundrel’s hands as he made contact with the stranger’s frail and tired frame.

 

As the bitter cold began to creep its way into their hut, the scoundrel then stole the stranger’s tattered shoes right from his feet. But, as he tried to put them on his own, they shrank to where he could just barely get his toes inside them. He cast them in the fire, where they hauntingly flared and hissed as they burned. 

Heeding his pleas for mercy and kindness, the hospitable brother placed his stockings on the stranger’s feet to offer him some warmth and gave the stranger the better share of his only dinner; a humble soup made with pine needles and marrow scraped from the bones of a long eaten boar cooked at the beginning of the autumn frost. He begged for the stranger’s forgiveness for his brother’s actions and his own inability to thwart the wicked whims of his much stronger sibling. He knew that there was something special about their guest.

 

As the cold night wore on, the brothers grew weary and gradually drifted off into an unsteady slumber. The hospitable tinker was haunted in his dreams by the manner in which his brother had treated their humble guest. He was startled awake by the clamorous beating of hoofs on the rooftop. He looked toward the fireplace. The stranger had vanished! His bindings had burst to shreds and lay useless on the earthen floor! The tinker searched the abode for his brother. But, he had vanished too!  He rushed to the door and was awestruck at the spectacle he beheld in the evening sky!

 

 

The stranger revealed his true form as the father of the cosmos. His cloak stretched and danced across the horizon creating a myriad of mystic shadows of indigo and violet and appeared as if it were hemmed in twilight. It engulfed the clouds and the wind and grew ever darker and deeper as it wrapped itself further upward around his majestic silhouette. Its fabric was speckled with all of the stars and eternity. The moon hung across his breast as if it was but a broach to pin his cloak upon his mighty shoulders and his single eye pierced the darkness with the crispness and steadfastness of Polaris.

 

His steed was the most powerful and magnificent looking the poor tinker could have ever imagined. His coat was blacker than the darkest night of the longest winter and the muscles on his frame pulsated like a thousand storm clouds, releasing their fury. Sparks and frost alike both burst from his nostrils as he snorted. He had a full eight legs which seemed but a blur as he carried his master across the sky, leading their host of wandering souls on their frantic journey to where only he knows.  The stranger glanced down but once and gave a final nod and wink at the tinker as he lead his ghostly train beyond the horizon.

 

 

The tinker turned back inside and before him was laid the most bountiful of feasts with, turkey, boar, and venison; wine and ale; cheese and pastries. The fire was roaring and by it was laid enough wood to last three winters. By the mantel, his stockings were overflowing with gold. The hospitable tinker never had to worry again.

 

As for his brother, the stranger whisked him up and took him along on his journey through the night skies, leading his train of dark souls through eternity. The stranger had been in need of the best of smiths and tinkers to shoe his steed.

 

To this day, they say, on the most windy of winter evenings, you can still hear the clamor of the tinker’s hammer on the hooves of the stranger’s mystic steed and his wailing as he is kicked by the others while the steed is still running. For the wild hunt stops for no one, but upon the whims of the master of the evening skies.

 

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Politics and first impressions — Disaster for Pagans

This political season has been interesting….. Being a libertarian/Rockefeller Republican watching how this campaign season has folded out has been, to say the least “entertaining.”

In particular, the Delaware Senate race between Coons and O’Donnell has been interesting to watch.   It’s also, from a public relations standpoint been a disaster for pagans in many many ways because of O’Donnell.

The short part of the story is that ten years ago O’Donnell was on a television show with Bill Mahr, and she said at that point in time that she had had a boyfriend who was a witch   Or a satanist, or something.   It’s really not clear except that she claims their first date was “on a satanic altar.”    Since that point in time she’s become a born again christian.   In addition, she’s had some significant financial troubles, and has made some statements about sexual activity (in particular masturbation) that make Jimmy Carter’s “I have sinned with lust in my heart” quote seem innocuous.

Personally, I could care less whether she was, or was not a pagan 10 years ago, or the fact that she’s a born again christian now.   But what does bother me is that the media seems to want to label her as a “past pagan.”   This gives the pagan movement a number of black eyes:

First, she’s not entirely stable.  Even John McCain’s daughter has labeled her a “Nut Job.” So, if she is a pagan, she’s a nutty one.   There are “non nutty” pagan candidates out there including Erin Lale and Dan Halloran who come off considerably less crazy.  Do they get put in the news?   No of course not.

She’s also fiscally irresponsible.   Now there are lots of people that go through hard financial times, and she has dug her way out, but the media seems to grab onto the facts from so long ago and beat her up with them.   This also doesn’t look good if “she’s a pagan.”

But lets take the other side, that she never really was a pagan.   Now show comes off as a right wing conservative Tea partier who is speaking against paganism, when if you look at the Tea Party themselves, they actually have come out more in support of pagan candidates than either of the other two parties.    The Tea party does have some fairly socially conservative members to it, but it is largely an economic movement, and one about government responsibility.

But if we take O’Donnell as a non pagan, and leader in the Tea Party movement, pagans now can’t lean that direction, because they aren’t welcomed by her.

 

All and all quite a mess.

 

 

 

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