Tag: gods

Blessing Your Dead – Building Bridges

During this Samhain season I’ve decided to do some work to aid my ancestors and help to connect them to the blessings of the Gods that I honor and that are close to me. I invite you to join in this experiment.

Magic and Painful Emotions

For magically inclined people there are other outlets for these feelings.  The energy that you raise within yourself can be directed and pointed at things.  Breaking with tradition a lot of modern thought I’m going to suggest that the energy raised by negative emotions can be put to use in things that aren’t specifically harmful.

Post Heathenry and the Children of Yggdrasil

Heathenry is a hostile climate for many and I’m dubious about that ever changing; it’s good to create new spaces and models within which to grow new structures.  If Heathenry becomes more accepting of the marginalized and the mystic then we won’t have lost anything from doing so, and if it doesn’t then we will have done the work already.

The Gods Don’t Need Your Damn Religion

Sometimes, even often, modern people discover that the ancient patterns of those relationships are not working for them, and indeed not what the Gods are asking for.  When the mindset discourages people from listening to their lived experiences with the Powers, they either work to ignore their experiences (which means on a certain level ignoring those beings) or they leave the oppressive structure that does not allow for what their Gods and spirits want.

For the Love of the Little-Known Gods

    I love rivers. I’ve always wanted to live by one. Perhaps it’s because I’m a Pisces as I find healing in running water; whenever I’m sick, I head for the shower and let the water beat down on me. So, it was natural for me […]

New Stories of the Gods by Laine Mardollsdottir

We need new stories about the Gods. They are already being told.  Take for instance, Freyja and chocolate. There are few who worship Freyja who won’t say that chocolate would be a fine offering for Her.

Why New Gods by Aine Llewellyn

The Laetha met me when I was seventeen, in my bedroom at my father’s house. He didn’t physically appear. His presence filled the room.