Indiculus Superstitionum Et Paganiarum:
30 ordinances condemning Heathen practices
Part 2
16. Animal brains
17. Premonitions seen in fire
18. Sacred places in nature
19. Call of a saint who’s seen as Mary
20. Feasts held in honour for Wodan or Donar
21. Vinceluna lunar eclipse
22. On storms: cow horns & snails
23. Grooves surrounding houses to ward off evil spirits
24. Yria pagan run
25. Making a beloved dead into a saint
26. Harvest dolls e.g. leaving on a field to thank Frey for harvest
27. Rag statues
28. Carrying god statues over fields
29. Wooden feet & hands in ritual
30. Seidr women
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30 ordinances condemning Heathen practices
Part 2
16. Animal brains
17. Premonitions seen in fire
18. Sacred places in nature
19. Call of a saint who’s seen as Mary
20. Feasts held in honour for Wodan or Donar
21. Vinceluna lunar eclipse
22. On storms: cow horns & snails
23. Grooves surrounding houses to ward off evil spirits
24. Yria pagan run
25. Making a beloved dead into a saint
26. Harvest dolls e.g. leaving on a field to thank Frey for harvest
27. Rag statues
28. Carrying god statues over fields
29. Wooden feet & hands in ritual
30. Seidr women
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Forwarded from Sigmund's Metaphysical Männerbund 🜨
Finding the North Star
The quickest and easiest way to get your bearings on a clear night within the northern hemisphere is to find the North Star, or Polaris. This can be vital in a survival situation but it's also just good to know.
Contrary to popular belief, the North star is not the brightest. That honour belongs to Sirius, the dog star, and is actually located to the south within Canis Major, one of Orion's hunting dogs, and can be seen throughout the winter months.
To find the north star you need to first locate the Plough (also known as the Big Dipper or saucepan.)
Viewing it as a saucepan, find the outermost two stars of the pan, opposite to where the handle is, and eye a line through them (upwards relative to the saucepan, bear in mind it might be upside down depending on time of year). The first star you see is the North Star, about 5 times the distance between the two pan stars.
The Anglo Saxons called the North Star "Scipsteorra", or Ship Star, because of its use in navigation. As I mentioned it earlier, they also called Sirius "sē hār steorra", meaning the grey/old star.
Get outside tonight and if it's not too cloudy see if you can find them both.
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The quickest and easiest way to get your bearings on a clear night within the northern hemisphere is to find the North Star, or Polaris. This can be vital in a survival situation but it's also just good to know.
Contrary to popular belief, the North star is not the brightest. That honour belongs to Sirius, the dog star, and is actually located to the south within Canis Major, one of Orion's hunting dogs, and can be seen throughout the winter months.
To find the north star you need to first locate the Plough (also known as the Big Dipper or saucepan.)
Viewing it as a saucepan, find the outermost two stars of the pan, opposite to where the handle is, and eye a line through them (upwards relative to the saucepan, bear in mind it might be upside down depending on time of year). The first star you see is the North Star, about 5 times the distance between the two pan stars.
The Anglo Saxons called the North Star "Scipsteorra", or Ship Star, because of its use in navigation. As I mentioned it earlier, they also called Sirius "sē hār steorra", meaning the grey/old star.
Get outside tonight and if it's not too cloudy see if you can find them both.
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The ‘-ly’ Suffix
‘ly’ is from Old English ‘liċ’ which was an adjective-forming suffix meaning 'like' or 'relating to' & was added to many words. Today, we have words like: great > greatly, friend > friendly, blithe > blithely, one > only, etc.
Let’s look at the following OE words: monliċ lahliċ plihtliċ sæliċ sunliċ scipliċ wæterliċ leasliċ. These are: moonly, lawly, plightly, sealy, sunly, shiply, waterly, lessly, which can be used today, instead of the Latin-based versions.
The tides ebb and flow twice daily, due to moonly gravity
The uneducated are in a more plightly situation than the educated
Although Polar Bears live on land, they are sealy animals
Folks at the beach enjoy the sunly weather
You want to sail? - you’ll need to learn some shiply jargon to understand orders
Tadpoles are waterly, but frogs live on land.
Last year we worried greatly, this year lessly.
⁃ (Adapted from) David Crowley
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‘ly’ is from Old English ‘liċ’ which was an adjective-forming suffix meaning 'like' or 'relating to' & was added to many words. Today, we have words like: great > greatly, friend > friendly, blithe > blithely, one > only, etc.
Let’s look at the following OE words: monliċ lahliċ plihtliċ sæliċ sunliċ scipliċ wæterliċ leasliċ. These are: moonly, lawly, plightly, sealy, sunly, shiply, waterly, lessly, which can be used today, instead of the Latin-based versions.
The tides ebb and flow twice daily, due to moonly gravity
The uneducated are in a more plightly situation than the educated
Although Polar Bears live on land, they are sealy animals
Folks at the beach enjoy the sunly weather
You want to sail? - you’ll need to learn some shiply jargon to understand orders
Tadpoles are waterly, but frogs live on land.
Last year we worried greatly, this year lessly.
⁃ (Adapted from) David Crowley
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Forwarded from ᚪOLK CINEᛗA
"Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or denoscription."
"My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true."
"Among the old pagans, morals were just social manners, decent behaviour. But by the time of Christ all religion and all thought seemed to turn from the old worship and study of vitality, potency, power, to the study of death and death-rewards, death-penalties, and morals. All religion, instead of being religion of life, here and now, became religion of postponed destiny, death, and reward afterwards, ‘if you are good’."
"Not until we can grasp a little of the working of the ancient mind can we appreciate the ‘magic’ of the world they lived in."
- D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
"My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true."
"Among the old pagans, morals were just social manners, decent behaviour. But by the time of Christ all religion and all thought seemed to turn from the old worship and study of vitality, potency, power, to the study of death and death-rewards, death-penalties, and morals. All religion, instead of being religion of life, here and now, became religion of postponed destiny, death, and reward afterwards, ‘if you are good’."
"Not until we can grasp a little of the working of the ancient mind can we appreciate the ‘magic’ of the world they lived in."
- D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
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Forwarded from Survive the Jive: All-feed
The Anglo-Saxon holy day of Mōdraniht "Mother's night" was said by Bede to have been a pagan holiday on the night before Xmas, but since pagans didn't keep a Christian calendar, most interpret that to mean on the night before winter solstice, which this year falls on Sunday night.
Rudolf Simek says that Mōdraniht "as a Germanic sacrificial festival should be associated with the Matron cult of the West Germanic peoples on the one hand, and to the dísablót and the Disting already known from medieval Scandinavia on the other hand and is chronologically to be seen as a connecting link between these Germanic forms of cult."
Dísablót was a Norse blot held for female deities called disir. Mōdraniht was not a celebration of women or mothers in general, but rather of primordial clan mothers, that is divinised progenitors who all the kinsmen held in common. Celebrating these clan mothers brings the community together and recognises our common blood. A similar practice existed among the North West European Celts in thei
Rudolf Simek says that Mōdraniht "as a Germanic sacrificial festival should be associated with the Matron cult of the West Germanic peoples on the one hand, and to the dísablót and the Disting already known from medieval Scandinavia on the other hand and is chronologically to be seen as a connecting link between these Germanic forms of cult."
Dísablót was a Norse blot held for female deities called disir. Mōdraniht was not a celebration of women or mothers in general, but rather of primordial clan mothers, that is divinised progenitors who all the kinsmen held in common. Celebrating these clan mothers brings the community together and recognises our common blood. A similar practice existed among the North West European Celts in thei
The Icelandic Misseri months begin in the latter part of the previous Gregorian months
Bede states “they called the month in which the winter seasons began to be called Wintirfyllith … that winter should be allotted the beginning of the same month from the full moon of the same month…”
When you look at late September, which is the beginning of the Misseri October, a full moon hovers near the equinox. In reconstructing from lunar to solar, we mark the equinox as the start of Winter (a month before the Icelanders)
Bede places Géol on December 25. The 21st is midwinter. This is no coincidence as the Norse also place Jól three months after the start of Winter
Using the historically accurate & attested Heathen Icelandic Misseri as a foundation, we can reconstruct an Anglo-Saxon Calendar, which observes Ġéol on the Winter Solstice
A glad Ġéol to you.
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Bede states “they called the month in which the winter seasons began to be called Wintirfyllith … that winter should be allotted the beginning of the same month from the full moon of the same month…”
When you look at late September, which is the beginning of the Misseri October, a full moon hovers near the equinox. In reconstructing from lunar to solar, we mark the equinox as the start of Winter (a month before the Icelanders)
Bede places Géol on December 25. The 21st is midwinter. This is no coincidence as the Norse also place Jól three months after the start of Winter
Using the historically accurate & attested Heathen Icelandic Misseri as a foundation, we can reconstruct an Anglo-Saxon Calendar, which observes Ġéol on the Winter Solstice
A glad Ġéol to you.
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Our Female Helpers
*Hamingġe, *Hamingġan “(Personified) Luck” Female Guardian Spirit assigned to us at birth, to witness for us at the Hellþing after death; identical to the Folgestran and Idesa.
Ides, Idesa Protecting female forebears; identical to the *Hamingġe, and Folgestran.
Folgestre, Folgestran ”Follower” Mankind’s guardian spirits; identical to the Idesa and *Hamingġe.
(Lesser) *Norn, *Norne “The Proclaimers” The *Hamingġan, Idesa, and Folgestran who attend births and watch over men.
ON Comparison:
Hamingja, Hamingjur
Dís, Dísir
Fylgja, Fylgjur
Norn, Nornir
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*Hamingġe, *Hamingġan “(Personified) Luck” Female Guardian Spirit assigned to us at birth, to witness for us at the Hellþing after death; identical to the Folgestran and Idesa.
Ides, Idesa Protecting female forebears; identical to the *Hamingġe, and Folgestran.
Folgestre, Folgestran ”Follower” Mankind’s guardian spirits; identical to the Idesa and *Hamingġe.
(Lesser) *Norn, *Norne “The Proclaimers” The *Hamingġan, Idesa, and Folgestran who attend births and watch over men.
ON Comparison:
Hamingja, Hamingjur
Dís, Dísir
Fylgja, Fylgjur
Norn, Nornir
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Wælcyrġe, Wælcyrġan “Choosers of the Slain”. The lesser norns at Wóden’s or Frówe’s command, led by the Norn, Sċyld, who select warriors on the battlefield to die by weapons and convey them through Hell to Ósġeard if they are worthy. They also lead warriors who have died from non-violent causes on the paths to Wælheall. Once there, they serve mead to those who have become Anherġas.
OE-ON Comparison
⁃ Wælcyrġe, Wælcyrġan - Valkyrja, Valkyrjur
⁃ Wóden - Óðinn
⁃ Frówe - Freyja
⁃ Sċyld - Skuld
⁃ Ósġeard - Ásgarðr
⁃ Wælheall - Valhǫll
⁃ Anhere, Anherġas - Einheri, Einherjar
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OE-ON Comparison
⁃ Wælcyrġe, Wælcyrġan - Valkyrja, Valkyrjur
⁃ Wóden - Óðinn
⁃ Frówe - Freyja
⁃ Sċyld - Skuld
⁃ Ósġeard - Ásgarðr
⁃ Wælheall - Valhǫll
⁃ Anhere, Anherġas - Einheri, Einherjar
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Forwarded from The Fyrgen • ᚫᛚᚢ:ᚢᛚᚫ
I know most of us don't consider tomorrow strictly Yule, but I read this to my daughters this evening before bed and thought it was worth sharing with you all...
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”
~ C.C. Williford
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”
~ C.C. Williford
Friendship - Part 1
Héanmæðel 24
An unwise man
thinks anyone who laughs with him
is his friend.
He doesn’t understand
that the wise are mocking him,
even when he overhears them.
Héanmæðel 25
An unwise man
thinks anyone who laughs with him
is his friend,
but he won’t find these friends
when he goes to court—
no one will speak on his behalf
Héanmæðel 34
It’s a long and crooked walk
to a bad friend,
even if he lives nearby.
But it’s an easy road
to a good friend,
no matter how long the journey.
Héanmæðel 41
Friends should provide their friends
with weapons and clothing;
this kind of generosity shows.
Generous mutual giving
is the key
to lifelong friendship.
Héanmæðel - Hávamál
‘Sayings of the High-One’
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Héanmæðel 24
An unwise man
thinks anyone who laughs with him
is his friend.
He doesn’t understand
that the wise are mocking him,
even when he overhears them.
Héanmæðel 25
An unwise man
thinks anyone who laughs with him
is his friend,
but he won’t find these friends
when he goes to court—
no one will speak on his behalf
Héanmæðel 34
It’s a long and crooked walk
to a bad friend,
even if he lives nearby.
But it’s an easy road
to a good friend,
no matter how long the journey.
Héanmæðel 41
Friends should provide their friends
with weapons and clothing;
this kind of generosity shows.
Generous mutual giving
is the key
to lifelong friendship.
Héanmæðel - Hávamál
‘Sayings of the High-One’
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I was asked how I translated Hávamál to Héanmæðel.
Háva is the singular weak genitive of hár, i.e. the possessive of ‘High’, so literally ‘High’s’ or ‘The High-One’s’ (a reference to Wóden). In OE, this translates as Héan.
Mál, in this context, is ‘speech’ and ‘mæðel’ is the direct OE cognate, meaning ‘speech’, ‘address’, ‘conversation’, both stemming from the PGmc *maþlą meaning ‘speech’.
Meaning ‘Sayings of the High-One’.
Héanmæðel - /hæ͜ɑːn.ˈmæ.ðel/
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Háva is the singular weak genitive of hár, i.e. the possessive of ‘High’, so literally ‘High’s’ or ‘The High-One’s’ (a reference to Wóden). In OE, this translates as Héan.
Mál, in this context, is ‘speech’ and ‘mæðel’ is the direct OE cognate, meaning ‘speech’, ‘address’, ‘conversation’, both stemming from the PGmc *maþlą meaning ‘speech’.
Meaning ‘Sayings of the High-One’.
Héanmæðel - /hæ͜ɑːn.ˈmæ.ðel/
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Friendship - Part 2
Héanmæðel 42
Be a friend to your friend,
and repay each gift with a gift.
Repay laughter with laughter,
repay treachery with treachery
Héanmæðel 43
Be a friend to your friend and also to his friend, but never be a friend to the enemy of your friend
Héanmæðel 44
If you have a good friend, and trust him, and want good to come of your friendship,
you should speak your mind with him, exchange gifts and visit him often
Héanmæðel 45
But if you have another friend,
and you mistrust him but want to benefit from him, you should speak to him kindly, flatter him, and repay his treachery with your own
Héanmæðel 46
This same friend, if you mistrust him, and suspect him to be false in his words: you should talk with him, laugh with him, but repay just what he gives you
Héanmæðel 51
The friendship among false friends
burns warmly for five days,
but then it’s extinguished by the sixth day, and the friendship is over
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Héanmæðel 42
Be a friend to your friend,
and repay each gift with a gift.
Repay laughter with laughter,
repay treachery with treachery
Héanmæðel 43
Be a friend to your friend and also to his friend, but never be a friend to the enemy of your friend
Héanmæðel 44
If you have a good friend, and trust him, and want good to come of your friendship,
you should speak your mind with him, exchange gifts and visit him often
Héanmæðel 45
But if you have another friend,
and you mistrust him but want to benefit from him, you should speak to him kindly, flatter him, and repay his treachery with your own
Héanmæðel 46
This same friend, if you mistrust him, and suspect him to be false in his words: you should talk with him, laugh with him, but repay just what he gives you
Héanmæðel 51
The friendship among false friends
burns warmly for five days,
but then it’s extinguished by the sixth day, and the friendship is over
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Friendship - Part 3
Héanmæðel 52
You should not give only big gifts;
often a little thing will win you favor. I have won friends with just half a loaf of bread and a bowl of soup.
Héanmæðel 67
I’ve been invited to a friend’s home, as long as I had no need for food, or as long as I could make
my inhospitable host’s cellars
fuller rather than emptier.
Héanmæðel 119
If you have a friend and you trust him, go and visit him often.
Weeds and high grass will grow on a path that nobody travels.
Héanmæðel 122
Never be the first to break
friendship with your friend.
Sadness will eat up your heart
if you have no one you can talk to.
Héanmæðel 124
Men become friends when they can share their minds with one another.
Anything is better than being lied to: a real friend will disagree with you openly.
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Héanmæðel 52
You should not give only big gifts;
often a little thing will win you favor. I have won friends with just half a loaf of bread and a bowl of soup.
Héanmæðel 67
I’ve been invited to a friend’s home, as long as I had no need for food, or as long as I could make
my inhospitable host’s cellars
fuller rather than emptier.
Héanmæðel 119
If you have a friend and you trust him, go and visit him often.
Weeds and high grass will grow on a path that nobody travels.
Héanmæðel 122
Never be the first to break
friendship with your friend.
Sadness will eat up your heart
if you have no one you can talk to.
Héanmæðel 124
Men become friends when they can share their minds with one another.
Anything is better than being lied to: a real friend will disagree with you openly.
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Wóden’s Ravens - Part 1
(with parenthetical Old English )
Gylfaginning 38
The ravens sit on his shoulders and say into his ear all the tidings which they see or hear; they are called thus: Huginn and Muninn (Hyġe and Myne). He sends them at day-break to fly about all the world, and they come back at undern-meal; thus he is acquainted with many tidings
Skáldskaparmál 60
These are names of the raven: Crow, Huginn, Muninn (Hyġe, Myne), Bold of Mood, Yearly Flier, Year-Teller, Flesh-Boder
And as he sang further:
but the King's heart swelleth,
his spirit flushed with battle,
where heroes shrink; dark Muninn (Myne) drinks blood from out the wounds
Ynglingasaga Ch. 7
He had two ravens, to whom he had taught the speech of man; and they flew far and wide through the land, and brought him the news
Third Grammatical Treatise
Two ravens flew from Hnikar’s (Wóden’s) shoulders; Huginn (Hyġ) to the hanged and Muninn (Myne) to the slain
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(with parenthetical Old English )
Gylfaginning 38
The ravens sit on his shoulders and say into his ear all the tidings which they see or hear; they are called thus: Huginn and Muninn (Hyġe and Myne). He sends them at day-break to fly about all the world, and they come back at undern-meal; thus he is acquainted with many tidings
Skáldskaparmál 60
These are names of the raven: Crow, Huginn, Muninn (Hyġe, Myne), Bold of Mood, Yearly Flier, Year-Teller, Flesh-Boder
And as he sang further:
but the King's heart swelleth,
his spirit flushed with battle,
where heroes shrink; dark Muninn (Myne) drinks blood from out the wounds
Ynglingasaga Ch. 7
He had two ravens, to whom he had taught the speech of man; and they flew far and wide through the land, and brought him the news
Third Grammatical Treatise
Two ravens flew from Hnikar’s (Wóden’s) shoulders; Huginn (Hyġ) to the hanged and Muninn (Myne) to the slain
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Wóden’s Ravens - Part 2
(with parenthetical Old English )
Grímnismál 20
Huginn and Muninn (Hyġ and Myne)
fly every day
over Jǫrmungrund (Eormengrund);
I dread about Huginn (Hyġe)
lest he never return,
yet I am more afraid for Muninn (Myne)
Wóden fears the day his mind leaves him, he more fears the day he loses his longing & love for life. The Ravens are manifestations of his mind, likely received from his sacrifice when he hung upon the tree. Wóden is a roaming god who searches for knowledge, understanding, wisdom, and answers to that which he seeks. He values his rational mind, but more so cherishes his inner desire to understand that which he does not know.
ON Huginn - the mind (with thoughts); mood, heart, temper, feeling, affection; desire, wish
OE Hyġe - mind, heart, soul
* memory is likely a function of the Hyġe
ON Muninn - the mind; a mind, longing, delight; love
OE Myne - mind, desire, love
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(with parenthetical Old English )
Grímnismál 20
Huginn and Muninn (Hyġ and Myne)
fly every day
over Jǫrmungrund (Eormengrund);
I dread about Huginn (Hyġe)
lest he never return,
yet I am more afraid for Muninn (Myne)
Wóden fears the day his mind leaves him, he more fears the day he loses his longing & love for life. The Ravens are manifestations of his mind, likely received from his sacrifice when he hung upon the tree. Wóden is a roaming god who searches for knowledge, understanding, wisdom, and answers to that which he seeks. He values his rational mind, but more so cherishes his inner desire to understand that which he does not know.
ON Huginn - the mind (with thoughts); mood, heart, temper, feeling, affection; desire, wish
OE Hyġe - mind, heart, soul
* memory is likely a function of the Hyġe
ON Muninn - the mind; a mind, longing, delight; love
OE Myne - mind, desire, love
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Our gods are a family, connected by mǽġða, oathed in holy tréow, bound by the law of orleġ, and rulers over creation. When we look upon ourselves, our house, our folk - do we emulate our gods? Look around, the time is now to stand up and reclaim what is ours; to rediscover our heritage and work to build our culture. Our children’s lives hang in the balance.
Ós, Ésa - The highest of the divine mǽġða; primarily, though not solely, deities of valor and protection.
Ós, literally means (a) god & is symbolized by the ᚩ rune and represents the letter Oo
Ós “god”
Ésa “gods”
Ósa (one) “god’s”
Ésa (more than one) “god’s”
OE-ON Comparison:
Tréow - Trúnaðr
Ós, Ésa - Áss, Æsir
Mǽġþ, Mǽġða - Ætt, Ættir
*a Mǽġþ is a Clan
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Ós, Ésa - The highest of the divine mǽġða; primarily, though not solely, deities of valor and protection.
Ós, literally means (a) god & is symbolized by the ᚩ rune and represents the letter Oo
Ós “god”
Ésa “gods”
Ósa (one) “god’s”
Ésa (more than one) “god’s”
OE-ON Comparison:
Tréow - Trúnaðr
Ós, Ésa - Áss, Æsir
Mǽġþ, Mǽġða - Ætt, Ættir
*a Mǽġþ is a Clan
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