December moon

Friday night, on Frigg’s day evening, I co-led a Full Moon ritual dedicated to Frigg.

It was a lovely night, with wispy clouds, as Witchlette calls them, Frigg clouds, hanging over the moon.

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Rather than quarter calls, I wrote calls which allude to the creation of the world as it is stated in Nordic folklore, with fire and ice creating the mist from where life sprang forth.

Ice: Ice, Cold from the North

Fire: Fire, Heat from the South

Ice: Ice, Cold from the North

Fire: Fire, Heat from the South

Ice: Ice, Cold from the North

Fire: Fire, Heat from the South

Ice: Ice, Cold from the North

Fire: Fire, Heat from the South

Mist: Fire melts the ice. The water mixes with the heat to make steam. The ice cools the steam to make mist. The mist fills the gap between fire and ice, where there was nothing. Mist of the world from where all life springs.

Fire, Ice, Mist together: We are shrouded now in the mist, no longer in this world yet not wholly in the otherworld. We walk the space between, in the mist, blessed by fire and ice.

R and I shared lines throughout the ritual.

Hail, Frigg, wife of Odin, queen of the Aesir and Allfather’s one true equal.

Hail, Beloved, keeper of women, wives, and mothers.

Hail Allmother, watcher of all children, Aesir, Vanir, and human, looking after each as if they were her own.

Hail silent one, all knowing Weaver of Fates, yet bearing the knowledge alone.

You, who keep the keys for all the halls in Asgard.

You, Weaver of the clouds drifting from the Eastern sky.

We invite you here, now, Beloved Frigg Allmother hail and welcome.

We inserted our personal family histories and our own connections with Allmother into the ritual, connecting soft crafts, crocheting, sewing, knitting, weaving, stitching as all ways to honor her. Then shared a piece of Folklore to honor Frigg.

The only surviving lore of Frigg have her as a co-star, either to Odin or Balder. She doesn’t have any stories surviving in her own right. There is, however, another who does.

An alternate title for Frigg is Holda, a German figure from folklore who was clearly once a deity. It is widely accepted and understood that these two are different names for the same entity, and in my experience they answer to both. This piece of lore is of Holda, but contains a number of Frigg representations including spinning, weaving, fog, and flax seeds. Using Holda’s lore helps us to have a more complete image of Frigg, since she is her Germanic counterpart.

There was once poor man who worked as a farmer. He and his wife worked long and hard each day. He lived in a small house on his land and tended to his animals. One day, while out in his field, he saw a woman on mountain. She walked up the mountain side and turned around  a bend, and was out of sight. The man was intrigued by her, and followed her path up the mountain. When he went around the same bend, he saw a cave and went inside. Within the cave, were piles of gold and jewels, anything he could ever want for himself. In the middle of the cave, was a table with a bundle of small purple flowers. 

The man walked past the piles of wealth to the flowers. He thought how much his wife would love to have them, and he brought them home for her. She was grateful for his loving thoughts and set them in pottery with water. That night, the man dreamed of the woman, Holda, who thanked him for choosing the flowers, a gift of love, which, she said, would bloom everyday until the day of his death, and for choosing so would bestow upon him a gift.

The next night he dreamed of picking seeds from flowers and sowing seeds, row by row. The next morning, he rose early to sow the seeds as he was instructed in his dream. That night, he dreamed again of how to reap them.

He awoke early to the sight of early morning fog in his field, looking as if it was kissing each mound where he had sowed a seed the day before. Before his very eyes, he watched the small seedlings sprout up through the ground. Over the next day, the seedlings continued to grow and grow. One night, the man dreamed and Holda told him how to pick the flowers, pull fibers from the stems, spin the fibers into thread, and weave the thread into linens.

The next morning, the man and his wife reaped the flowers, pulled the fibers from the stem, spun the fibers, and weaved. The made clothes for themselves. They sold fabric to neighbors who now had something besides animal skins to wear. They sold seeds to their neighbors and taught them how to sow and reap the flowers. The man went from a poor farmer to wealthy merchant.

Many years later, surrounded by his grown children and young grandchildren, all of whom were dressed in fine linen, the man looked upon the table and saw the flowers which sat upon it were brown and wilting.

He pointed out the flowers to his wife, gave her a kiss, and walked up the mountain, turned round the bend, entered the cave, and was never seen again.

For Cakes and Ale, R and I led a blot to Frigg. We started by honoring the Asynjur. While R honored them with name, I lit a candle to honor each.

 

Frigg, Beloved, Asgard’s Queen

Saga, ancient story-teller supreme

Eir, physician, healing maid

Gefion, giver, a land did make

Fulla, plenty all around

Sjofn, affection does abound

Lofn, permission granted thus

Sin, defender, warding us

Hlin, protectress, warrior friend

Var, hearing oaths until the end

Vor, does know all that we seek

Snotra, wise of what to speak

Gna, swift messenger of Frigg

Goddesses, much do you give.

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R and I filled our personal drinking horns with juice, and lifted them high while we continued the Blot.

Hail to you all, may you ever be strong,

May your days be joyful and your nights full of song.

May you grant us and ours love, peace and health,

Wisdom, kindness, good-luck and good wealth.

May it be that you are with us

Through our days and our nights,

To grant us comfort and strength

Through the dark and the light.

Hail to you Goddesses for your blessings this day,

Hail to you Goddesses for the blessings on their way.

 

Lady of Asgard,

You who hears the secrets of the All-Father,

You who holds his heart in your hands,

In you we seek what we need,

And you provide, greatly,

Let us remember your gifts,

And honor you with well wrought work,

From our hands and our hearts,

May we aid each other in times of need,

Through you, Frigg we can learn much,

And in you are mysteries that we seek to understand,

Wind us in your distaff, dole us fair and just fate,

Through you, Frigg we ask, that this life,

Be full of love, light, and needed strength,

Great Mother, accept our offering,

Not of blood, but of our efforts and devotion,

Our love and desire to honor you

Hail Frigga!

 

Hail Frigga!

 

Hail Frigga!

 

At this point, we passed out cakes and ale and some folks shared their own personal stories with handicrafts as we enjoyed cider and Northmenbrod.

We then closed the circle.

Frigg Allmother, beloved by those who adore you.

 

Your tame spirit is the counter to the wild of Odin, keeping him balanced and ever returning to the homestead.

 

Keeper of the hearth and home.

 

Keeper of married lovers and loving parents.

 

Thank you for blessing your sons and dottirs this night.

 

May we dutifully complete joyful woman’s work in your honor.

 

Skal

Mist: As the mist condenses, we see the land from flesh, the mountains from bone, the rivers from blood, and the stones from teeth. As the mist recedes, we are hearkened back to the garden in the middle of Yggdrasil. When the mist evaporates, we are once again fully in our world and no longer between worlds.

Fire: The fire returns to Muspelheim 

Ice: The ice returns to Niflheim 

 

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Confirmation bias

Keeping this blog has been a blessing in so many ways. It has allowed an outlet for some really dark days and a place to share some really light and happy moments. It’s also been an electronic journal that lets me document and relive my own personal history. I am open, honest, and truthful here because the main point of writing is for myself- to learn and grow and continue flourishing.

There is one piece on this blog, however, that isn’t honest and truthful because I was lying to myself at the point of writing it. And I have been lying to myself for the past few months. I allowed myself to verbalize the truth to some special people Magickal things started happening all around me.

But lets take a step back and review some history.

In August 2013, someone spoke to me in a night while I was struggling with nursing Witchlette. She was but a month and a half old and we had a tough night. A female voice, whom I later attributed to Frigg, came to me that night and calmed both Witchlette and I and I had successful nursing situations with Witchlette for the remainder of her nursing sessions as well as successful nursing sessions more often than not with Witchling.

Two years later, as I am ebbing and flowing through all sorts of emotions and life transitions, with everything waning and just going through the motions, I was given a gift in the form of a feather which, with basic research and meditation, I attributed to a being from Frigg.

The following February, at a private Full Moon rite, S wrote a very powerful moon ritual which invoked Brigid, gave me a powerful message, “She has another name. Find her other name, and left me that night and all the next day with my crown chakra tingling. 

The same feeling, looking back, I had when I affirmed Frigg had come to me that night with Witchlette. 

The same feeling, looking back, I had when I found the feather. 

Everything came back to Frigg. Everything. 

So that tingling feeling I had that night. The message of Brigid having another name. I affirmed at that moment it wasn’t Frigg because that would be too obvious. That would be my insticts creating what I want to believe, not what truly is there. That would be Confirmation Bias: I believe only which reinforces what I already believe. 

I fought against it so hard. I read and researched and found my “answer“. Brigid and Sif both are related to the Rowan tree. That was enough for me to state. 

And I’ve been struggling to connect ever since. With anything and anyone. 

Because I was given this awesome gift and I fought against it, lying to everyone including myself. 

One Friday in April, after discussing my frustration of only being on this Nordic journey for a few years and already being out of Asynjur material, I was given the name of a few books, including Norse Goddess Magic: Trancework, Mythology, and Ritual by Alice Karlsdottir.  It is a testament to the lack of resources of Northern goddesses and a way to connect with them personally through individual meditative work. 

Pages 72 and 73 include relations between Brigid and Frigg. Brigid has many commonalities with Holda, who is openly considered to be another facet of Frigg. Of many of Brigid’s oversights, childbirth and prophecy are included. She, like Frigg, is a goddess of the homestead. Imbolc, Brigid’s feast day in early February, corresponds with a time also sacred to Frigg/Holda. The woman of the house would welcome Goa (the second month, returning light) in only her shift and would host a feast for all women on the farm. If women danced at this feast, their flax would thrive. The flax was spun into thread to later be woven. Holda/Frigg first bore flax to the people, teaching them how to sow, reap, and spin. Spinning is one of the tasks which is prohibited in traditional Brigid-centric Imbolc celebrations.  

That’s a whole lot more than a coincidental tree. 

I made this statement aloud Monday night. As soon as I made the statement aloud, my crown chakra tingled. Tuesday, on my way home with my kids, I passed a falcon that seemed to watch us as we drove by, whose underfeathers match the feather I found in my car gifted from Frigg. And my crown chakra was on fire. 

The night with Witchlette at 1 1/2 months old. 

The feather. 

The moon. 

I have been drafted and I am on Team Frigg. Full and wholly Team Frigg.