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Prayers to Nerthus
Nicanthiel Hrafnhild
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Nicanthiel Hrafnhild
To my Mother, for Whom this book
is written, made in love
and honor.
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Acknowledgements
Table of Contents
Introduction 5
-Holy Lady of the Vanir 7
-Earth's Embrace 9
-Would You Know More? 10
Introduction
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Hertha chapter.
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Earth's Embrace
I am kin to Courage,
sisters we two, in the heat of battle.
Men call on us to aid them in distress
by the sign of the tusked boar:
would you know more, or what?
I am the sacrificer
of men and of gods
blood given, blood taken, blood
all at my own hands:
would you know more, or what?
Cousin too am I
to the Great Wheel
that spins about the ages of the world
in her silver palaces:
would you know more, or what?
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I am Life.
I am Death.
I am Holy.
I am Forbidden.
Would you know more,
or what?
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Boar
Lady of Valor
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Skáldskaparmál, 433
After the Langobardi come the Reudigni, Auiones, Angli, Varni, Eudoses, Suarines
and Nuithones, all well guarded by rivers and forests. There is nothing remarkable
about any of these tribes unless it be the common worship of Nerthus, that is Earth
Mother. They believe she is interested in men's affairs and drives among them.
On an island in the ocean sea there is a sacred grove wherein waits a holy wagon
covered by a drape. One priest only is allowed to touch it. He can feel the presence
of the goddess when she is there in her sanctuary and accompanies her with great
reverence as she is pulled along by kine.
It is a time of festive holiday making in whatever place she decides to honour with
her advent and stay. No one goes to war, no one takes up arms, in fact every
weapon is put away, only at that time are peace and quiet known and prized until
the goddess, having had enough of peoples company, is at last restored by the
same priest to her temple. After which the wagon and the drape, and if you like to
believe me, the deity herself is bathed in a mysterious pool.
The rite is performed by slaves who, as soon as it is done, are drowned in the lake.
In this way mystery begets dread and a pious ignorance concerning what that sight
may be which only those who are about to die are allowed to see.
Germania, 40
Upon the right of the Suevian Sea the Aestyan nations reside, who use the same
customs and attire with the Suevians; their language more resembles that of
Britain. They worship the Mother of the Gods. As the characteristic of their national
superstition, they wear the images of wild boars. This alone serves them for arms,
this is the safeguard of all, and by this every worshipper of the Goddess is secured
4 Not being a reader of Old Norse, and not having Faulkes' translation to hand, I took an
educated guess as to the first two lines. The stanza, being part of the Þúlr, does not
appear in most translations of the Edda.
5 The original text reads “Jǫrð” and “Njǫrun”here. The Old Norse ogonek transferred
into Modern Norse and Icelandic as the o-umlaut /ö/.
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even amidst his foes. Rare amongst them is the use of weapons of iron, but frequent
that of clubs.
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Germania, 45 :
6 North, Richard. Heathen gods in Old English literature. Cambridge University Press, 1997,
pp. 20-22 used here and elsewhere in the book.
7 The name *Ullin is proposed, but is not attested.
8 Many scholars believe that Njörð and Jörð are not related etymologically, due to the
uncommon Nj- stem in Njörð. I include them here to continue the pattern.
9 Phonetically, the letter /y/ is related to the letter /u/.
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Njörun
Warrior Ritual
Preparation:
– If the ritual is not done with the person's family, there will need to
be a person willing to act in their place. Either way, the person
acting in the role should be of the same gender as the warrior.
– The priest should inform those attending to bring food for a pot-
luck; the priest can also bring some things, such as mead, a
drinking horn, and some food such as breads or salads.
– The priest will also need to make or procure a strawman, and have
a bag of diabetic stickers, alcohol pads and latex gloves, because
the ceremony will require a ritual shedding of blood. They will
also need an oath ring for the warrior to swear on. Appropriate
items include torcs (especially those with boar caps) and metal
or wooden rings
Ritual Outline:
1. The priest will bless the weapon and consecrate it for the ritual
the day before. The person undergoing the ritual will spend the
night in vigil in front of the image of Nerthus, praying and
listening for any messages She may have.
2. After the vigil, the warrior will undergo a purifying bath, which
should include some form of birch or juniper essence. For those
who are more comfortable with nudity, a ceremony of striking
the warrior with evergreen or birch twigs to and from the bath
may be conducted. For a more modest cleansing, essential oils or
incense may be used as an anointing by the warrior.
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4. When the warrior is fully prepared, the priest will lead the people
to the ritual space, where they will form a semicircle facing the
altar. The priest will declare this a holy frithstead in
Nerthus/Njörun's name, and that all unconsecrated weapons
(including cell phones) must be left outside of the circle.
5. The priest will place the image of Nerthus on the altar and sound
for the ritual to begin. If possible, this should be with a trumpet
or similar martial instrument; if not, a bell or chime is sufficient.
The priest will then call forth the family member or substitute
and hand them the consecrated weapon.
6. At the sound of the ritual's beginning, the warrior will enter the
circle and kneel in front of the altar. The priest will speak of the
nature of warriorship, and of the things required of a warrior by
Nerthus/Njörun.
7. The priest will then load a horn and pass it around the circle, each
person speaking of what being a warrior means to them. When
the horn has gone around, the family member will take the horn
and speak of the qualities they wish upon the warrior.
8. When the family member has finished speaking, the priest will
take the horn and give it to the warrior to drink, taking in all the
things that the people have said. The remainder of the drink will
be poured in a blessing bowl and offered to Nerthus.
10.As a symbol of the oath, the warrior will hold out their hands
while the priest pricks the middle fingers of both hands and
drips the warrior's blood on the strawman in recognition of the
their dedication to Nerthus.
11.When the oath has been given and received, the family member
will step forward and give the warrior their weapon, speaking of
the importance of having a good relationship with one's
weapons. If the weapon has a name, this should be spoken now.
If not, the warrior should give it a name as they accept it for their
use.
12.The priest will then take the blessing bowl and anoint the warrior
with the mead, speaking the blessing of Nerthus upon them. The
priest should be open to the move of Nerthus for prophecy or a
specific blessing.
14.After the feast, the warrior will take their weapon and the
strawman for their personal altar. The rite is over, and people
may leave as they desire.
Solitary Adaptation:
Valor
“I am small
and scared.
What can I do,
against so many?”
said the child,
bullied in school.
His father smiled down
and said:
“I am poor,
without warm home
or warm family.
What can I do,
against the cold
of harsh reality?”
said the woman,
living on the street.
A stranger smiled down
and said:
“I am weak,
and my body
fights daily for life.
What can I do,
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“I am oppressed,
downtrodden
at every turn
by those in authority.
What can I do
against such power?”
said the slave
dwelling in bondage.
Njorun smiled down,
and said:
Preparation:
10 Due to the nature of sumble, there is unfortunately no way to adapt this ritual for
solitaries.
11 http://www.normannii.org
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Ritual Outline:
5. The First Speaking – The Dryhten will give a boast in honor of the
Gods and wights relevant to the proceedings, and then take a
drink. The remaining drink is poured back into the bowl, and
three more spoonfuls are poured into the horn.
7. Sumble: Second Round – The second round is for the heroes and
ancestors. This is the time to call up the memories of those who
have died to protect the lives and freedoms of the assembled
folk, particularly those within someone's family. Cultural
ancestors and heroes, such as Washington, Susan B. Anthony, or
Martin Luther King, Jr. may also be appropriate. The same
format is followed as the first round.
8. Sumble: Third Round – The third round is for those present. Boasts/
oaths, yelps (recountings of past accomplishments) and other
things in keeping with the theme of the rite are offered now. This
is where the Thyle comes in. The Thyle is responsible for
challenging any boasts that they feel may not be able to be
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9. Sumble: Extra Rounds – The rounds may continue in the vein of the
third round as long as the participants wish.
Many have heard of the games that my daughter and the hooded one
play with the souls of men; many, too, of the woesome weavings of the Death-
Carriers at their looms made of human remains. But none now know the old
tales, of my days of glory and battle, when the men would swear themselves to
me, those brave boars in battle. Then, truly, was I loved by men and women, and
called upon in the great hours of need.
Valor, they called unto me, twisting the syllables of my name in their
crude tongue – Neorun, Nerun, Northrun. By many names and many cries did
they come to know me. There was a time when I lived fiercely joyous among
throngs of warriors; now my halls are silent, and the choice of the battles go to
other halls.
I tell you now, the tale that the scops remember not, of when the Gods
and Elves went to war for the attainment of the world. It is a dark tale, from the
depths of time, before the coming of the blind one and his seed. Listen you well,
and you will learn how these things came to be:
The chariot of Sun rolled for the last time across the sky, marking
the end of my childhood. On the morrow, I would be initiated into the
Mysteries of my People, the women's craft and power. I had been
deemed sufficiently fertile by my aunt, Sif the prophetess, for the yearly
ritual, when I would lay with one of the men-priests and continue the
rites of fertility that bound our land and ensured its bounty. I saw Sunna
smile down at me, with a knowing glance behind her at the figure who
followed on her heels; I turned and looked at my mother, who had left
me with Frodi my father at my birth – Nott, the dark and glorious night.
I gazed up at her wistfully, wishing that it were she who would be
leading me through tomorrow; that honor had gone to my grandmother
Holda, since the Mysteries were closed to anyone not of Vanir blood, the
blood of Herne the Old.
Sighing, I turned towards home, ready to settle down into my
last night as a girl, not entirely sure if I was prepared to become a
woman. Certainly, my training had been thorough, but there was enough
that I had glimpsed to know that I had barely begun in my learning. The
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women of our people were powerful witches and seers, and I was to join
the line of my foremothers as Queen someday, when Frodi stepped
down.
As I approached home, I spotted my cousin, who was also to be
initiated tomorrow. I waved as I drew close, and she motioned for me to
duck inside one of the outbuildings with her.
“Are you nervous?” she whispered frantically. “I can barely
contain myself from excitement. It's like my head will pop off, and then
they'll have to enchant it.”
“Don't say such things, silly,” I whispered back. “I saw my
mother again today; she looked sad. I wish she could -”
Our aunt stepped briskly into the doorway, interrupting me.
Standing with her hands on her hips, long golden hair in a braid over
one shoulder, she looked us over. “Are you two ready for the vigil?
Looks like not. Your hair isn't even braided yet,” she scolded.
Embarrassed, we scuttled out, her voice following us all the way
to the great hall. “Remember, you are to be present at my hall at the first
sight of Moon's horses. Lateness will be punished!”
The huge golden doors swung open silently as we slipped into
the hall. Inside, the air was smoky with preparations for the feast
tomorrow after our ordeal. Torches flickered on all the pillars, and my
father's thanes milled about the fire pit, drinking mead and playing dice.
“Ho! There are the two birds,” Frodi shouted as he spotted us.
“Best be getting ready, child; I'll not have my sister after me on your
account. She does that enough without your help,” he said with a
chuckle.
“Ho! Menja!” he called to one of his giantess serving-women.
“Take these girls to their chambers, and draw baths.”
A few hours later, freshly scrubbed and fidgeting nervously, we
awaited our turn in the dark doorway of Sif's hall; the gloom deepened
around us, and the first light rose over the eastern forest before the voice
came.
“Hail, Moon, bright joy to us!” called my grandmother from the
darkness, a chorus of women echoing around her strong alto as they
began the Moonchant. Suddenly, Aunt Sif was behind us, guiding us into
the unlit hall with a firm hand.
The notes of the Moonchant echoed strangely against the vaulted
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timbers, as I had only heard it in the open air. The effect was unnerving,
adding to my sense of apprehension. What could this ceremony be, that
required no light, and utmost secrecy?
When Moon had shaken free of the horizon, and risen
triumphantly into the sky, the ceremony began. What could I now tell of
what happened that night? I know now that it was not secrecy that held
women's tongues; nay, it is too overwhelming to even speak of. But I was
blooded, and Named Njerun, and bound to my cousin Njelen as heart-
sister that night – Valor and Courage, we were Named, at the insistence
of my aunt, the most powerful Seer of our people.
Njörun Speaks
So. You think yourself a warrior. You think that just because you
wave around a stick and scream, because you drink yourself into
oblivion, that you are worthy of the men who went a-viking long ago. I
tell you now, you are no warrior.
Look to the hills if you desire to seek the truth of battle. Look to
the skies, that great war between dry and wet, between air and water and
fire. Look to the small creatures who fight every day for the next breath
against odds that are against them. They are warriors.
I can teach you of battle. I can teach you of that moment when it
all hangs upon a spider's thread, and all seems lost. But I cannot teach
you what you think you want, for I do not deal with honorless men, nor
dishonest women. First, you must understand what My gift means,
before any progress may be achieved.
What is valor, you ask? I shall tell.
Valor is the knowing and reading of doom. Valor is the wise man
who sees the weaves, and does his best regardless. Valor is compassion
toward the weaker, honor toward the stronger, justice toward the enemy
and judgment toward the friend. Valor is not learned; it is discovered
when all else is lost. But it must have a foundation, a garden of fore-
earned virtue to bloom in, or it will wither away into the dust.
The coward is not honorable, that much is known. But neither is
the brave fool. Neither can find valor, for neither have the depths in
which to search for its lair. Courage and valor are not weapons to be
waved about; the wise man, the stalwart hero, these know the true
meaning of valor – that it is a force beyond reckoning, beyond control,
beyond biddance. Only a fool vaunts courage; only the wise think
themselves not brave.
My gift is given to the weak; to receive it is to lose control. My
gift is given to the unhinged; to receive it is to taste madness. Would you
still seek Me if you truly understood the price?
Seek you still to be a warrior? Then learn:
Look to the small things. My followers were farmers,
husbandmen, husbands and wives, slaves and children. I scorn the
trappings of the rich, the statused, the vaunted. Come to me, and learn
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the nobility and valor of the poor, the weak, the mad. Lose yourself, and
you may find Me.
Listen to wisdom. The wise have encountered Me. So too have
the children who face the dark night, the women who face the death of a
child, the father who buries his son or wife or friend. Anywhere the
stakes are high and victory slim, there you will find Me. Learn from
these folk, and teach well the things you find.
Forget the glory of battle. The valorous know that there is not
glory in war for war's sake. Glory and worth come from fighting in
defense of those who cannot defend themselves, of protecting the weak,
the loved, the land. Valor does not come to the belligerent, but to those
for whom battle is just.
Learn the true meanings of justice, mercy, wisdom, and honor.
When you have, and found that you are not just, merciless, a fool, and a
niðthing, come to Me. For no human can truly touch these things alone,
but fumble in the darkness, playing with shadows on the wall.
I am Strength. I am Honor. I am Justice. I am Wisdom. I am Life
and Death, and I am the Decider of Fates, the Giver of Valor in the battles
that do not count yet count too much.
Would you still be a warrior, like the boars of old? Be wise, be
courteous, be compassionate, be fervent in the defense of others, be
steadfast and trustworthy.. There, you will find valor.
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Birch
Lady of Fertility
and renewal
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In the part of the Island of Rügen named Jasmund, not far from Stubbenkammer,
one can still see remnants--especially the outer wall--of Hertha Castle, which has
stood there for many centuries, ever since the days of heathenism. In this castle the
heathens of Rügen worshipped an idol that they called Hertha, whom they
perceived to be Mother Earth.
Not far from Hertha Castle there is a deep, black lake, surrounded by woods and
hills. The goddess bathed there several times each year. She rode there in a carriage
covered with a mysterious veil and drawn by two cows. Only her consecrated
priest was allowed to accompany her. Slaves were also brought along to lead the
draft animals, but they were drowned in the lake immediately upon completing
their task, because any unconsecrated person who caught sight of the goddess
would have to die. For this reason nothing more is known about the worship of this
goddess.
There are all kinds of stories about uncanny happenings near this lake. Some
believe that these are caused by the devil, who, in the form of the goddess Hertha,
was worshipped by the heathens and who therefore still lays claim to the lake.
Others believe that these happenings are caused by an ancient queen or princess
who had been banished to this place.
Especially when the moon is shining brightly, a beautiful woman is often seen
emerging from the woods adjacent to Hertha Castle. She proceeds to the lake,
where she bathes herself. She is surrounded by many female servants, who
accompany her into the water. Then they all disappear, but they can be heard
splashing about. After a while they all appear again, and they can be seen returning
to the woods dressed in long white veils.
It is very dangerous for a wanderer to observe this, for he will be drawn by force
into the lake where the white woman is bathing, and as soon as he touches the
water, he will be powerless; the water will swallow him up. They say that the
woman has to lure one human into the water every year.
No one is allowed to use boats or nets on this lake. Some time ago some people
dared to bring a boat to the lake. They left it afloat overnight, and when they
returned the next morning, it had disappeared. After a long search, they found it
atop a beech tree on the bank. It was spirits of the lake that had put it up there
during the night, for when the people were getting it back down, they heard a
spiteful voice calling to them from beneath the lake, saying: "My brother Nickel
and I did it!"
12 J. D. H. Temme, Die Volkssagen von Pommern und Rügen trans. D.L. Ashliman(Berlin, In
der Nicolaischen Buchhandlung, 1840), no. 38, pp. 65-66 used here and elsewhere in
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When all that is done, then let a man take unknown seed from beggars and give
them twice as much as he took from them, and let him gather all his plough tools
together; then let him bore a hole in the beam [of the plough, putting in] incense
and fennel and hallowed soap and hallowed salt. Take then that seed, set it on the
plough's body, say then:
Then let a man drive forth the plough and the first furrow cuts, say then:
Æcerbot13
In Asgard is a place called Hlidskjalf, and when Odin seated himself there in the
high-seat, he saw over the whole world, and what every man was doing, and he
knew all things that he saw. His wife hight Frigg, and she was the daughter of
Fjorgvin, and from their offspring are descended the race that we call asas, who
inhabited Asgard the old and the realms that lie about it, and all that race are
known to be gods.
Jord (earth) was his daughter and his wife; with her he begat his first son, and that
this book.
13 ----. Æcerbot: field remedy ritual. MS Cotton Caligula, British Library A. VII, fol.
176a-178a trans. Karen Lousie Jolly, Popular Religion in Late Saxon England: Elf Charms
in Context Chapel Hill: University of North Carolina Press, 1996), pp. 6-8
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is Asa-Thor. To him was given force and strength, whereby he conquers all things
quick.
be found in the dwarves’ name for “night” that Alvíss tells Thórr in
Álvissmál – Draum-Njörun. The first part is obviously “dream,” but the
second part is where the possible connection lies. Snorri mentions a
goddess by that name (Who is clearly no mere Jotun, as the goddess in
question is in a list of Ásynjur), but tells nothing of Her. Scholarly
opinion links Her to the earth, and etymologically to Njord and Nerio
(an Etruscan/Roman goddess of valor and war). Using this knowledge,
and the experiences of Nerthus I have had, I believe the Njörun Snorri
mentions is Her, though he may not have known it, as can be found in
the previous section.
If Nerthus/Njörun is indeed Jörd, or at least that Jörd/Fjorgyn
Whom Odin sired Thor on, then that would explain several peculiarities
about Thor’s nature – namely, His sole association among the native Æsir
with farming and the prosperity of home and family (Vanic concerns), as
well as His Vanic wife Sif, the only one besides Frigga seemingly not
married to another Vane or a Jotun. Also, several references to Þórrsgoði
(”Thor’s priest”) appear in various sagas, an appellation that is only
elsewhere found attached to the Vanir.
Likewise, there is a particular enmity between Nerthus and Odin
that several people besides myself have encountered. If the above is
correct, there is small wonder of that animosity from Her – Odin is not
well-known for obtaining full consent from his mistresses in the lore
(UPG may sometimes say otherwise). Not to mention Snorri's statement
that Jörð is Frigga's “rival,” possibly alluding to a time when Hertha was
Odin's queen, or at least lover/wife, and the current animosity the result
of resentment from being scorned and supplanted by Frigga (Who may
very well be Her daughter, as Fjorgyn/n is the name given by Snorri of
Frigga's parents)
Erce, the figure from the Acerbot, may be a corruption of the
Germanic Hertha, or from the Anglo-Saxon Eorðe/Erða, the word for the
Earth (and cognate with Hertha, Njörð and Jörð), or the name may
simply be a title, addressing Mother Earth (Eorðan Modor can be “earth's
mother” or just Earth Mother)
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Preparation:
– There will need to be a large bowl to hold the contents of the spell
(listed above) that the priest will anoint the tools with.
– The priest should inform those attending to bring food for a pot-
luck; the priest can also bring some things, such as mead, a
drinking horn, and some food such as breads or salads.
– If the ritual is taking place outside, and the group has permission
to dig up the earth, there should also be a plow or garden trowel
for steps 4-6.
Ritual Outline:
1. The priest will have spent the days previous charging the image
of Nerthus. The people should prepare their tools the day
before, setting them apart, preferably placing them on an altar.
2. On the day of the ritual, the people will assemble with their tools.
The priest will come with the image of Nerthus and declare the
place a holy frithstead in Nerthus' name. All weapons must be
left outside (including cell phones) unless they are being blessed.
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4. The priest will step forward and speak of the fertility of the Earth,
and the necessity of bringing that fruitfulness into people's lives.
The priest will then take the ritual mixture and anoint the plow
or trowel with it, saying:
After this, the priest will drive the plow or trowel into the
ground and turn over a bit of sod, saying:
5. When this has been done, the priest will take the turned-over
earth and place it in a blessing bowl. He will add a bit of the
mead and mix it to form mud. He will then go around the circle
and anoint the people with the Earth's blessing, in whatever way
or symbol seems appropriate.
6. After this, the people will come forward for the blessing of the
tools. The priest will carefully anoint each tool with the ritual
mixture, speaking words of blessing and fruitfulness, and asking
each tool to serve its owner faithfully and well in the coming
year.
7. When all the tools have been blessed, the priest will load the horn
with mead, and pass it around the circle. Each person should
speak of the things their tools had accomplished in the previous
year and drink or give a libation in thanks.
8. After the horn has gone around, the remainder will be placed in
another blessing bowl and offered to Nerthus in thanks for Her
bounty and favor.
10.After the feast, the priest will give a final benediction, and the rite
is over.
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Motherhood
So be it.
I will not bless them,
nor will I cast favor upon their lands;
my wagon will turn aside at their roads
and choose a different path.
Eldest16
as told by Nerthus
Vanaheim, to keep me safe from my parents' wrath, and bear the child in
secret.
I stayed there for some months, and was allowed to rest from my
work. Sif told me I must, or the child would be in grave danger from the
power raised. Sif was kind to me, and indulged me in good food to eat,
things to make and do. Things that did not revolve around the sacred
work.
The pain came, during a winter storm. Sif sang charms over me,
and she and her handmaidens helped me to breathe, helped me to push.
There was blood, and stabbing pain. There were visions of the land
splitting apart, and fire crashing from the sky. Wild winds whipping
branches. Goats, a snake thrown into the sea, and a large fist wielding
the thunder itself.
“It is a male,” Sif said as she pulled out the baby, cutting the cord
between us.
As she held up the crying baby, a strange look came over her
face, and her eyes went black.
She quickly put down the child, and left the room.
I was confused. But the handmaidens came to tend the child,
while I slept.
For nine days, I played with the baby. I gave him my milk. I
held him, sang to him, rocked him. He had twinkling blue eyes, and a
tuft of red hair on his head, little pink cheeks and toes. He was a big
baby, bigger than the young I had seen before. And I felt love, for the
man who gave him to me, and the promise of life... the little face in my
arms, and all the ways I would play with him, teach him, help him grow
to be a good man.
And then he came back, my first lover. He came through the
winter snow, to find me in hiding, to take the boy in his arms.
He smiled, faintly. And I looked at him, full of hope that we
could be a family. That I could escape a life of hard work, and this
would be my life.
Without looking at me, without saying a word, he walked out of
Sif's home with the boy in his arms.
He kept walking.
I tried to stand, but was too weak yet. I called after him. I yelled.
I screamed. I thought he would come back, maybe he was just blessing
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the boy with the snow. When hours passed and there was no return, my
heart sank. I knew he was gone, he had taken our son – my child – and
he would never return. They were both lost to me forever.
I wept.
I was returned to my parents not long after, to complete my
training. I was given to my brother Njord in marriage when we came of
age. At this time, I began wearing a veil, so no man could deceive my
body and heart ever again, so no one could ever look at me unless I,
Queen of the Vanir, saw fit. The work that had previously been
drudgery to me was now power. I would never be wronged like I was,
loving and losing again. I would be feared and awed, and lives would be
given to me to replace what I lost. Nobody would ever steal from me
again, if they valued their soul.
I had other children, of course, but with my brother, as is our
way. Only two were chosen to carry on the sacred duty as queen and
king. I had two other daughters, Prija and Volla, who I gave to strangers
to raise as sisters. But my heart was already hardened, then.
The man came back, many years later. He seduced my daughter,
as he had once seduced me. And hate him as I did for twice betraying
me, there was still a feeling of love for him, and the knowledge that all
these things would work together, in their time. I give and preserve life,
and these bonds would give and preserve worlds.
Would you know more, or what? I speak to you of my pain.
When my victims drown for the bliss of the love I rarely give, they are
drowning in the tears I cannot shed.
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May Day
Preparation:
– There will also need to be slips of paper and writing utensils, for
people to write things that they wish to get rid of in the coming
year, and blessings they wish to receive.
– The priest should inform those attending to bring food for a pot-
luck; the priest can also bring some things, such as mead, a
drinking horn, and some food such as breads or salads.
Ritual Outline:
2. The priest will carry the image of Nerthus into the ritual space,
and call the people to gather and celebrate the life of the earth,
and the bounty of fruitfulness that Nerthus offers. The priest will
declare the space a holy frithstead in Nerthus' name, and that all
weapons must be left outside (including cell phones)
3. The priest will then load the horn and take it around the circle,
along with a blessing bowl. Each person will receive the horn,
and speak of the things they wish to give up, and drop the
relevant slip into the bowl. When all the people present have
done so, the priest will pour the horn into the bowl.
4. Speaking of the renewing powers of fire, the priest will light the
contents of the bowl with all due caution, and pray to Nerthus
that She would receive the “compost” that has been offered and
turn it into fertiliser for the good things that the people desire.
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5. When the fire has died down, the priest will reload the horn and
take it and the bowl around the circle. This time, the people will
speak of the things they wish to gain and nurture in their lives,
dropping the other slip of paper into the bowl. When all the
people have done so, the priest will pour the horn into the bowl.
6. Then, the priest will mix together the ashes, drink and paper and
lead the people in a chant of praise for Nerthus and Her bounty
as they dance around the maypole.
8. At the end of the ritual, the priest will take the bowl and pour
more mead into it. Then, taking an asperger, the priest will go
around and bless the participants with the mixture, sprinkling
them head-heart-shoulder-shoulder, and speaking Nerthus'
blessing on them. The priest should be open to the move of
Nerthus for prophecy or a specific blessing.
9. After all have been blessed, the rite is over. The priest should take
the remainder of the bowl's contents and bury them in an
appropriate place to “grow.”
Solitary Adaptation:
Hertha Speaks
Earth.
It all begins with Earth. It all ends with Earth. And all the in-
between is filled with Earth.
And yet, and yet.
In the beginning, there was nothing. Then, there was the Tree.
And then, the Earth. And now, there is nothing on the Earth, because all
is being destroyed.
You call Me Mother. You pay Me lip service on the day that
people have named Mine, with cheap alcohol and cheaper oaths,
thinking Me the soft mother that you knew in childhood.
What thought have you, My middle children, to your siblings?
What of the little ones, the pawed-folk and the winged-folk and the fin-
folk? What of the voiceless ones, the tree-folk and the stone-folk and
their many cousins? You worth My Elder Children, the golden and
shining ones, and some of you even acknowledge My adopted children,
the fairy folk who take refuge in My presence. But what thought have
you to the ones you trample in hubris?
You make Me sick. I am sick, sick with rage and sick with
pollution. You have defiled My holy places, desecrated My sacred
shrines, filled My blessed places with refuse and trash, destroyed My
groves and not restored them. You, My middle children, are killing your
Mother, and what then will be left when you have accomplished that?
I weep for My children, lost and powerless against the crush. I
have lost so many, so many have been plucked from My protecting hand
by your greed and arrogance. What now of the passenger pigeon? The
wolves hang on by frayed threads; the lions and tigers cry to Me for
deliverance.
And yet, you wonder how, when My wrath is brought against
you, how you could be guilty. In your pride, you think that you are
exempt from the Great Cycle, that you may do as you please without
consequences. And despite the floods and fires and great sea-storms,
despite the daily deaths of thousands and millions from the results of
your actions, you still have the hubris to think that you are not
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responsible, that you are free from shame, that the blood of the trees and
wolves and children does not coat your hands redder than the bear-rage.
I am not a comforting Mother. I am a vengeful Mother. I am the
Decreer of Life and Death, the Birther and the Destroyer. What I have
given, I can take away. Be warned, My children. There will come a day
when there is no turning back, and then it will be too late. Already that
day approaches, and I weep for you as I whet My scythe.
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Bog
LADY of holiness
and sacrifice
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After the Langobardi come the Reudigni, Auiones, Angli, Varni, Eudoses, Suarines
and Nuithones, all well guarded by rivers and forests. There is nothing remarkable
about any of these tribes unless it be the common worship of Nerthus, that is Earth
Mother. They believe she is interested in men's affairs and drives among them.
On an island in the ocean sea there is a sacred grove wherein waits a holy wagon
covered by a drape. One priest only is allowed to touch it. He can feel the presence
of the goddess when she is there in her sanctuary and accompanies her with great
reverence as she is pulled along by kine.
It is a time of festive holiday making in whatever place she decides to honour with
her advent and stay. No one goes to war, no one takes up arms, in fact every
weapon is put away, only at that time are peace and quiet known and prized until
the goddess, having had enough of peoples company, is at last restored by the
same priest to her temple. After which the wagon and the drape, and if you like to
believe me, the deity herself is bathed in a mysterious pool.
The rite is performed by slaves who, as soon as it is done, are drowned in the lake.
In this way mystery begets dread and a pious ignorance concerning what that sight
may be which only those who are about to die are allowed to see.
Tacitius, Germania
Not far from Hertha Castle there is a deep, black lake, surrounded by woods and
hills. The goddess bathed there several times each year. She rode there in a carriage
covered with a mysterious veil and drawn by two cows. Only her consecrated
priest was allowed to accompany her. Slaves were also brought along to lead the
draft animals, but they were drowned in the lake immediately upon completing
their task, because any unconsecrated person who caught sight of the goddess
would have to die. For this reason nothing more is known about the worship of this
goddess.
[…]
Especially when the moon is shining brightly, a beautiful woman is often seen
emerging from the woods adjacent to Hertha Castle. She proceeds to the lake,
where she bathes herself. She is surrounded by many female servants, who
accompany her into the water. Then they all disappear, but they can be heard
splashing about. After a while they all appear again, and they can be seen returning
to the woods dressed in long white veils.
It is very dangerous for a wanderer to observe this, for he will be drawn by force
into the lake where the white woman is bathing, and as soon as he touches the
water, he will be powerless; the water will swallow him up. They say that the
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woman has to lure one human into the water every year.
Sacrifice
I too am a victim
willingly taken:
I die with each year,
reborn in Your arms
like the Phoenix of the East.
And for my sacrifice
willingly given
I am Yours
Show me Your secrets
of bog and mist
the power of seiðr
the reading of Wyrd
the joining of elements
and the spaces between.
Knowing Me
My name
is one of awe,
terrible and sacred.
Do you dare to speak it, O man?
Holy.
My face
is beautiful,
rich in feeling and strength.
Do you dare to see it, woman?
See Death.
My eyes
are like two wells,
seductive, seducing.
Do you dare swim in them, child?
Drowning.
My call
is not for weak
nor for the self-serving
Do you dare to answer, human?
Rapture.
My path
leads many ways
to death, rot, sacrifice.
Do you dare to follow me now?
Then live.
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Midsummer
By Svartesól17
The most explicit mention of Nerthus and Her cult is the account
of Tacitus in 98 CE: apparently, Nerthus was worshiped by several
Germanic tribes and Her yearly festival was held among them. We
unfortunately do not have mention of the time of this festival; however, I
am inclined to believe it would be sometime in the summer, for ease of
travel, as well as the lakes not being too frozen to receive sacrifices.
So, while there is nothing in the primary sources to indicate that
Nerthus' feast is on Midsummer, I do think the Summer Solstice is as
good a time as any to observe Her wain procession, particularly as it is
the direct polarity of Mother's Night on Yule and on the Summer
Solstice, the Earth is blooming in full glory.
This is a rite I composed for my Kindred and friends of the
Kindred, to honor Nerthus' procession at Midsummer.
Preparation:
between the body shape and the lack of facial features (as
Nerthus is veiled or wearing a mask, so most people do not have
to be killed for looking upon Her).
– While many Heathen rituals are led by a Goði or Gyðja who may
not have a strong personal connection to the Deity involved, for
this ritual, I feel the rite must be overseen by an oathed dedicant
of Nerthus or someone who is a priest of another Vanic deity
with oaths to serve all the Vanir by extension. In keeping with
Vanic mysteries of having the Nerthusgoði pull the wain in Her
procession, and the Freysgyðja, it is preferable for the priest in
this rite to be male, but not mandatory, and it should be a male
who is willing to wear more “womanly” garb.
– There are some Godfolk who may be able to bring the wain to
every Kindred in their area, both with regards to being
welcomed by the Kindreds as well as being able to set aside a
week or so to travel around. In a place where compatible
Heathenfolk are few and far between, it may be more practical to
invite one's Kindred and/or some chosen and respectful friends
to a select area to meet the wain is it arrives. This would be
preferable, and in any case, the rite must be held by an inland
body of water such as a lake, creek, river or pond.
– The wain will be prepared by the priest with a secret rite. Because
the procession was done at the will of Nerthus, Who informed
Her priest it was time, the Nerthus image should be carried by
the priest somewhere on their person for three days prior to the
rite, even if it means bringing the statue or framed print to work
with them and sitting it on the desk or putting it in their purse or
briefcase. The priest should also take Nerthus to bed with them,
placing the image on the nightstand or under the bed if the
statue/print cannot be slept with. This serves to heighten the
connection with Nerthus sufficiently that the image will be
charges enough to fill the wain with Her power.
– The priest should inform those attending to bring food for a pot-
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luck; the priest can also bring some things, such as mead, a
drinking horn, and some food such as breads or salads.
– The priest will need to select four people willing to help cleanse
Nerthus after the rite. The priest should make up a bag with a
vial of salt water, a vial of essential oil, a candle in a safe holder,
and an herbal smudge stick for the cleansing of Nerthus after the
rite. The priest will also need to make or procure a strawman,
and have a bag of diabetic stickers, alcohol pads and latex gloves
because a blooded strawman will be sacrificed to Nerthus, in
lieu of human sacrifice, which is illegal.
Ritual Outline:
1. The priest will have spent three days charging Nerthus' image,
and hallows the wain by placing the image inside whilst
chanting Her name. The priest should be sensitive to the move
of her Presence, filling the wain with Her power.
2. The priest loads the wain with food items brought to share
among the folk, as well as the drink and drinking horn. The
priest will pray over the food and drink to bless people with
Nerthus' might.
3. The priest goes to the ritual site, singing to Nerthus on the way
there. Presumably, the priest will get there by car, at which
point, the car should be parked enough of a ways off that the
priest can pull the wain a bit to the site, singing and chanting
while the wain is pulled.
4. The wain arrives at the ritual site, and the priest proclaims this
place a holy frithstead in Nerthus' name. Weapons must be laid
down (including cell phones).
5. The priest invokes Nerthus into the stead, and loads the horn
with drink to share in Her blessings. As the horn is passed
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7. After the feast, the priest will go around the circle with the
blessing bowl and an asperger. Each person will ask Nerthus for
a boon, and the priest will sprinkle the person head-heart-
shoulder-shoulder, speaking Nerthus' blessing upon them. The
priest should be open to the move of Nerthus for prophecy or a
specific blessing.
8. At this time, the priest gives a final benediction, and all but the
four attendants should depart from the ritual site.
10.The priest will then take out the strawman and speak of it being a
sacrifice, put the strawman down on the rock and don latex
gloves. Each attendant will present their hands. The priest will
prick the middle fingers of both hands of each attendant, for
them to drip blood onto the strawman. The strawman is them
dropped into the body of water as Nerthus is hailed by the priest
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and attendants.
11.The priest will then address the attendants that a holy thing was
done, and as the Earth is in Her fullness of glory, so Nerthus'
glory was witnessed, and beauty and terror are inextricably
entwined. The priest and attendants should spend the next few
days being mindful of their relationship with nature and the
Earth, and those who live upon it.
Solitary Adaptation:
A Mother's Prayer
A Mother's Grief
Ingui!
Ah, Ingui!
My golden child is dead!
Cruel is the mistress of the dark halls,
cruel to take my joy from me!
Oh, my sweet babe!
My Ingui,
the Light of my world,
now dark and desolate,
for I have sent him to the halls
whence none return!
Cruel world, to take my children from me!
Lammas
I will tell you now the story of that fateful day, the day I killed my son
so that others might live:
Sunna's arrows rained down among the golden fields, baking the
already dry earth. I was surprised that any grain still lived after the
scorching drought that this summer had brought to the worlds. But then
again, this was our Home, the most fertile lands in all the Nine Worlds,
and then some. If grain didn't grow here, there was no chance for any
others, and the famine would worsen even more than it already had.
My father had stepped down from his Kingship a long time ago,
shortly after my golden son Ingui was born, and my brother Njord and I
co-ruled the people, with the Council of the Wise advising us. Things
had been running very smoothly in the years since then. Until now.
The omens from the winter sacrifice had been bleak, but none of
us had expected what was to come. When spring arrived, it was to
torrential downpours, washing away any flowers and seeds that people
planted. When the rains stopped, they left. And didn't come again. The
farmers in Midgard were struggling to make crops grow in earth that
was now dry as sand; the animals grew thin as the grasses dried out and
withered. Even the fish seemed to suffer, as their numbers grew fewer
and harder to catch.
The crops in Vanaheim were doing a little better – some had
sprouted, and we had a series of irrigation systems that served better
than the ones in Midgard. But even those crops would not be enough to
feed our people this coming winter, let alone anyone else. We had much
food stored away, but that was quickly dwindling with no hope of
replenishment.
Sif had been in the high seat on and off for weeks now, trying to
find a cause or solution for the massive famine and drought, so far to no
avail. All she kept saying was “Oh, darkness, darkness. All I see is
darkness.”
As the summer days lengthened, the people of Midgard began to
break down. Theft and murder abounded, and they called out for
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feeling as though the Void itself were squeezing down upon it. I locked
myself into my chambers and vowed to starve myself until I joined him,
even as I heard the patter of raindrops beginning on the parched earth.
Three long, terrible days passed. And I wept and raged and
swore oaths against all things living and dead, and wept again, knowing
I could not fulfill them. My body, once strong, began to waste away from
the lack of nourishment. And still I wept, until I felt as though I would
surely drown in my tears.
On the third day, there came a knocking at my door. “Open up,
child, and stop carrying on like a toddler. I have news for you.” It was
Holda.
I reluctantly opened the door, and she swept into the room, Sif
close behind her. Seeing the prophetess, I flew into a rage.
“What? Have you come to tell me that more blood must be shed?
Whose? My daughter's? My brother's? Mine? Take it, take it all! I am
done with living,” I screamed at them. Holda's sharp slap stunned me
into silence.
“Quiet your mouth, girl! You are being petulant and foolish. No
more blood must be shed. What was done is done, and all the worlds live
again. No, our news is happier. Sif has seen again. Tell her, child.”
Sif looked sympathetically at me as she spoke. “I was in the high
seat this morning, looking at the Worlds, seeing the life that grew. And I
saw a wonder – on the path from which no man returns, I saw him
coming. Your son is coming home again.”
I stared at her, unbelieving. Then, before they could say any
more, I shoved past them and ran into the fields, now bursting with
grain, to the place where my son had fallen. And there he was, slowly
staggering to his feet, looking worn and tired, but alive!
He told me what Hel had said to him, and I wept at her mercy.
He then told me the rest. And I wept again – how could I bear this pain,
year after year, not knowing if this might be the year that her mercy is
gone?
And so, in the celebration that followed, I remained distant. And
when the feasting was over, I left the main village, and headed back to
the island of my youth, where I remain to this day, never leaving except
to bless the land and kill my son. The pain is too great otherwise. Better
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Preparation:
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– The priest should inform those attending to bring food for a pot-
luck; the priest can also bring some things, such as mead, a
drinking horn, and some food such as breads or salads.
– The priest will need to put together a “coronation kit,” for the
purposes of hallowing and consecrating the would-be king – this
will need to include a generous amount of salt water for
cleansing; essential oils for anointing (suggestions are birch,
juniper, cedar, cinnamon, frankincense and/or dragon's blood or
similar strong resin); locally-obtained earth, stones or other
object to represent the Kindred's “tribal lands”; a candle; and a
knife or other weapon and/or shield. The priest will also need to
make or procure a strawman, and have a bag of diabetic stickers,
alcohol pads and latex gloves, because the ceremony will require
a ritual shedding of blood in lieu of human sacrifice, which is
illegal.
Ritual Outline:
1. The priest and candidate will have spent several days prior to the
ritual communing with Nerthus. The attendants and other
participants should also prepare themselves for the ritual,
cleansing and purifying themselves to partake in the holiness of
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Herself.
2. The priest will cleanse and bless the items to be used in the
coronation, imbuing them with prayers and petitions of strength
and service. The priest will then pray and ask if there is any
spirit who would be willing to enter the weapon and/or shield,
making it a living and holy thing. If and when assent is received,
the priest should then divine for the name of the weapon and/or
shield so as to strengthen the bond of the indwelling spirit(s).
3. The priest will enter the ritual site alone, to prepare it for the rite.
After cleansing and purifying the space, the priest will set up the
throne and any necessary accessories, and place the image on the
throne to preside over the rite. If the ritual is taking place outside
(if weather and temperature permit, this is preferable), this
cleansing should be no more than an hour before the start of the
ritual; if inside, the cleansing and preparation may be done the
night before or earlier in the day, as long as no one else enters the
space until the proper time.
4. At the time of the ritual, the priest will lead the participants to the
ritual space. The candidate for kingship will remain outside until
called in by the priest.
5. The priest will proclaim that the ritual space is a holy frithstead in
Nerthus' name, and that all unconsecrated weapons must be left
outside (including cell phones). The participants and priest then
enter the space and form a semicircle facing the throne.
6. The priest then invokes Nerthus into the space, and loads the
horn with mead or other drink, blessing it in the name of
Nerthus. He will then pass around the horn to the participants,
urging them to partake in the bonds of community and frith. As
each person drinks, they should speak words of praise to
Nerthus and Her kin, and voice their hopes and wishes for the
coming year regarding the Kindred, hearth or ritual group. After
the horn has been passed around, the remainder of the drink is
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7. The reigning king will then step forward (if this is the first time
your group is performing the rite, this part will be played by the
priest or most senior member), and speak of their actions in the
previous year, how things have progressed for the group, etc.
The priest will then reload the horn and offer it to the king, who
will take it and drink, speaking words of praise and love to
Nerthus and the Kindred. The remainder of the drink will
remain in the horn.
8. The priest will then bless him or her in the name of Nerthus,
anointing them with the oil(s). After that, the reigning king will
put forth their hands and the priest will don latex gloves and
prick the middle finger of both hands so that the blood flows
somewhat freely. The blood should be dripped onto the
strawman, and the priest will speak of the symbolic shedding of
the king's blood and life for the good of the tribe. When the
bleeding has stopped, the remainder of the drink in the horn will
be poured over the strawman, symbolising the full flow of life.
At this point, the reigning king is “dead,” and their reign over.
9. After a short period of silence, the priest will call the candidate
into the space. The attendants and the person close to the
candidate (if this is not the priest) will also step forward. The
priest will question the candidate on their intentions for
leadership, on their goals for the group and on their willingness
to submit to the sacrifice and the end of their reign. If the
answers to any of these questions do not meet the approval of
the group, the candidate will be turned away and another
chosen.
10.If the answers are found acceptable, the priest will light the
candle and take up the container of salt water. The candidate
should remove as much clothing as remains within the group's
standards of decency. Using a cloth or other material, the priest
will then wash the arms, legs, hands, feet and face of the
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11.The priest will take up the representation of the land. The king
will then swear to uphold the land of the Kindred, watching over
the wights and spirits that may inhabit it, and pledging their life
to the protection and enrichment of the community's land and
resource. The person close to the king will then take up the
weapon and/or shield, and present them to the king with their
names. The king will receive them and swear to use them in the
defense of the people, to be a wise judge and fearless protector.
12.The priest will then take the crown and anoint it with oil, and
speak the blessing of Nerthus upon the king. The priest should
be open to the move of Nerthus for prophecy or a specific
blessing. The priest will then crown the king, and proclaim their
reign to the assembled people. After this, the attendants will
anoint the king with the oils and dress them in the king's garb.
14.After the feast, the newly-crowned king will go around the circle
with a loaded horn, and offer it to each of the people assembled.
They may at this time ask for a boon of the king, which he is
obligated to grant if at all possible. The remainder of the horn is
poured into the blessing bowl
15. The priest will then go around the group with the blessing bowl
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and an asperger. Each person will ask Nerthus for a boon, and
the priest will sprinkle the person head-heart-shoulder-shoulder,
speaking Nerthus' blessing upon them. The priest should be
open to the move of Nerthus for prophecy or a specific blessing.
16. The priest will speak a final benediction and the rite is over. The
king and attendants should be the last to leave, just before the
priest and image of Nerthus, and should help clean up the ritual
space. The strawman should be disposed of in a body of water,
given to Nerthus.
Solitary Adaptation
On Dying
But remember me
in the time of reckoning
at the end of my days,
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Nerthus Speaks
All who see Me die. All who serve Me die, for to serve Me is to
see Me for Who I am. Are you prepared to pay that price for the
knowledge you seek?
I have killed My own children. I kill my golden Ingui year after
year; I killed my daughters by sending them off, never to know their
mother. Do not think yourself special. I will kill you too.
You have heard Me speak before. I have spoken about your
relationship with each other, and your relationship to the world around
you. Now I will speak of your relationship with Me.
You will not know Me. You cannot know me, for I am
unknowable by the Living. Only those who have tasted My scythe can
see Me in the shadows; only those who visit the halls of Hel can hear My
voice.
The shamans of old knew Me. The mystics and the walking dead
saw My face everywhere they went. That is the price I ask for the request
of My presence. Will you offer yourself to My blade?
My children know that I am Death, as they are Life. If you would
be a human, be a father or mother or friend, go to them. If you would
have a job, or live a normal life, or embrace commercialism and
modernism, go to them. I will not take you.
But if you are unhappy, if you are unfulfilled, if life as you know
it does not seem the way it should, come to Me. There may be a place for
you. But it will cost you everything you are. The wise do not pay that
price easily; the foolish cannot pay it at all.
These shamans whom you have now, these purveyors of lies and
safety, who say there is no worry, no danger in what they do – they do
not know Me. Few do, for my path is deadly. There is no comfort, no
softness, no sanctuary where My feet trod. There is danger, there is
death, there is battle where My hands work. If you survive the process
bodily, you will still be dead – no longer the person you were, never the
person you could have been, always the person I made you. You may
still breathe, and eat, and fuck, but you will be dead, and you will walk
the paths of the dead.
Some know that truth. Some have seen Me. Some walk the paths
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of the dead while still breathing. Some. Will you be one of those few?
I am Death. Die to me, and you shall live. Live, and you will not
die. But you will never know Me. You can never know Me as long as you
live.
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Epilogue
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harp-string, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
Hearth of the Vanir, his website focusing on the Vanir, Vanic living, and
Heathen mysticism can be found at http://vanirhearth.weebly.com
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