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An interesting new find from Denmark; a Viking Age trefoil brooch, with three entwined bearded faces. Could be Odin, Thor and Freyr, or perhaps Vili, Vé and Odin. ᚬ

The Hearth of Devon’s Midsummer blot to Thunor was attended by 25 worshippers last night in Somerset. It was an auspicious offering of mead libations, bone fire, a bread idol, and other food including a communal goat stew. The blot was followed by sumble and games late into the night.

The physical and metaphysical nature of our Gods and ritual worship are discussed frequently on a multitude of platforms. But what’s rarely seen are observances to the scale of our Gods and the importance of physical ritual worship to know Them. Narration: Þórr siðr Featuring: The Chad Pastoralist

The Uppåkra complex in southern Sweden is one of the largest sites of cult activity to Woden/Óðinn from the Iron Age. It is believed to have been the former site of a chieftain that was both a marketplace and a place of worship as evidence of other structures surrounding the temple were found in the archaeological record. Close to the buildings were deposits of spears and shields, and a right-side ocular and eyebrow from a helmet, similar to the types found as Sutton Hoo, Valsgärde and Vendel. A bronze horned figure was also discovered with the right eye on his face purposely struck out.

This week is the sunstead and the full moon. A good time for a blot. The Hearth of Devon shall blot to the thunderer this weekend!

Happy father's day to all you dads out there. Keep up the good work 👊❤️

"High said: "He is called All-father in our language, but in Old Asgard he had twelve names. One is All-father, the second Herran or Herian, the third Nikar or Hnikar, the fourth Nikuz or Hnikud, the fifth Fiolnir, the sixth Oski, the seventh Omi, the eighth Biflidi or Biflindi, the ninth Svidar, the tenth Svidrir, the eleventh Vidrir, the twelfth lalg or lalk." Then Gangleri asked: "Where is this god, what power has he, and what great works has he performed?" High said: "He lives throughout all ages and rules all his kingdom and governs all things great and small." Then spoke Just-as-high: "He made heaven and earth and the skies and everything in them." Then spoke Third: "But his greatest work is that he made man and gave him a soul that shall live and never perish though the body decay to dust or burn to ashes." " ~Gylfaginning, Faulkes translation

It’s been an age since we heard the song Of our blood’s call to be conquerors and kings Our heads hung down Upon hollow chests Nor pride nor fire Only loss’s sting We gaze numbly out O’er a world once ours Now ashes bitter And plague’s foul mark For brothers turned Against our own As foes looked on From the fearsome dark And struck fell blows Amongst our ranks While we fought on And killed ourselves Our high jeweled towers Came to the ground Our kingdom of heav’n Brought low into hell And slow, forgot Our shining crown That was “honor” called In days long gone We cast it off; We threw it down Then nightfall came And swallowed Dawn And yet - we still Can hear the call In hidden places Outside the walls Where men ensure The fire burns - To what once we were We shall return. - PW, 9.22

The Teuton´s Battle-Song — Howard Phillips Lovecraft The mighty Woden laughs upon his throne, And once more claims his children for his own. The voice of Thor resounds again on high, While arm’d Valkyries ride from out the sky: The Gods of Asgard all their pow’rs released To rouse the dullard from his dream of peace. Awake! Ye hypocrites, and deign to scan the actions of your “brotherhood of Man”. Could your shrill pipings in the race impair The warlike impulse put by nature there? Where now the gentle maxims of the school, The cant of preachers, and the Golden Rule? What feeble word or doctrine now can sway? Too long restrain’d, the bloody tempest breaks, And Midgard ‘neath the tread of warriors shakes, On to death, Beserker bold! And try In acts of Godlike bravery to die! Who cares to find the heaven of the priest, When only warriors can with Woden feast? The flesh of Schrimnir, and the cup of mead, Are but for him who falls in martial deed: You luckless boor, that passive meets his end, May never in Valhalla’s court contend. Slay, brothers, slay! And bathe in crimson gore; Let Thor, triumphant, view the sport once more! All other thoughts are fading in the mist, But to attack, or if attack’d, resist. List, great Alfadur, to the clash of steel; How like a man does each brave swordsman feel! The cries of pain, the roars of rampant rage, In one vast symphony our ears engage. Strike! Strike him down! Whoever bars the way; Let each kill many ere he die today! Ride o’er the weak; accomplish what ye can; The Gods are kindest to the strongest man! Why should we fear? What greater joy than this? Asgard alone could give us sweeter bliss! My strength is waning; dimly can I see the helmeted Valkyries close to me. Ten more I slay! How strange the thought of fear, With Woden’s mounted messengers so near! The darkness comes; I feel my spirit rise; A kind Valkyrie bears me to the skies. With conscience clear, I quit the earth below, The boundless joys of Woden’s halls to know. The grove of Glasir soon shall I behold, And on Valhalla’s tablets be enroll’d: There to remain, till Heimdall’s horn shall sound, And Ragnarok enclose creation round; And Bifrost break beneath bold Surtur’s horde, And Gods and men fall dead beneath the sword; When sun shall die, and sea devour the land, And stars descend, and naught but Chaos stand. Then shall Alfadur make his realm anew, And Gods and men with purer life indue. In that blest country shall Abundance reign, Nor shall one vice or woe of earth remain. Then, not before, shall men their battles cease, And live at last in universal peace. Thro’ cloudless heavens shall the eagle soar, And happiness prevail for evermore. — H. P. Lovecraft, 1916. #ODAL_поэзия

Pagan practices mentioned in the Older Gulaþing Law, 11th Century; -Performing blót; defined as sacrificing animals, sprinkling their blood on idols, and consuming the sacrificial meat. -Eating horse meat or blood; related to blót. -Sitting out at night (útiseta/utisete) to communicate with the dead or “trolls”. -Worshipping at burial mounds and stone altars. -Building a burial mound. -Raising a níðstang. -Galdr-song. -Divination, or consulting a soothsayer. ⴲ