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i feel like not enough people are exploiting hob not knowing dream’s name for Hijinx Purposes like imagine hob getting kidnapped and being literally incapable of providing any useful information
bad guy: tell us where morpheus is
hob: who?
bad guy: you are hob gadling, yes?
hob: not this century, no
bad guy: but you are the man who’s been coming to the white horse for 600 years
hob: depends who wants to know
bad guy: but do you know dream of the endless? the king of nightmares??
hob: sorry, i’m not really into metal musi—
bad guy: the sandman!! do you know morpheus, the sandman??!?!
hob: oh yeah like the fairy tale?
bad guy: so you DO know him!
hob: yeah i’m familiar with the story, i guess
bad guy: you’re familiar with the sandman
hob: sure
bad guy: so where is morpheus now?
hob: where is who?
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I feel this deeply
I am not well. I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
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Bear with me while I brain-dump some hard polytheistic thoughts for a second
In fandom, the way we interact with characters goes something like this:
We first get to know a character through their original source material.
Then we workshop that character through independent thought and fandom interaction, through which we pick up headcanons we like and discard those we don't.
Eventually, we create an image of the character we like and can connect with.
Now, the Norse gods and spirits can't actually be approached this way because their source material is not actually their stories, but the world itself. Contrary to what we're taught in North America, the Norse stories are just the byproduct of the experiences people have had with the world. In Sweden, these stories are called sägner ("legends").
Let me give an example with one such legend: Jötnar, or giants, inhabit the uninhabitable wilds and are largely inhospitable towards humans. We know this because they'll try to throw rocks and boulders down on the heads of unsuspecting travelers trying to pass through their wild domains.
This legend was told to me as I passed through the mountainous region of Jotunheimen in Norway. It makes sense when you consider the mountains look like this:
The Scandic mountains are extremely old. Hundreds of millions of years have eroded their once-jagged peaks down to domes, leaving behind only dark, hard granite. The gray color of the rocks makes it hard to distinguish the mountains' features, especially on overcast days. Their peaks are constantly shrouded in clouds and fog, giving them an otherworldly and mysterious appearance. When a rockslide happens, it's as if it comes out of nowhere.
The giants' legends are the result of physical and metaphysical experiences people have had with the mountains over the centuries. In a way, the giants themselves have told us who they are. Sure, we can create a story about giants who aren't hostile towards humans, but that would fall into the realm of saga ("fairy tale") as opposed to sägen, which serves a different function within the cultural mythos.
As a culturally Calvinist nation, North Americans are largely taught that religion is an interpretive exercise of old stories, devoid of anything to do with the land and transcendent of all Earthly activities. This gives us the impression that religion is basically an exercise of thoughts and feelings, as opposed to something we create based on what we see, touch, taste, smell, and hear, be it physically or astrally.
(This is probably why Americans haven't known what to make of Heathenry for the 60-odd years its been here.)
Character and fandom interaction is also largely an exercise of thoughts and feelings. When the same mechanisms are applied in Heathenry, we begin to remove it from the context it was built upon from the start—animism.
It's very much why I encourage everyone to formulate their own UPGs via direct interaction with the entity they want to know about.
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Things I love
Warm breezes
Gas station flowers
Texting while driving
Railroad tracks
Old bridges
Graffiti
Eating ice cream while driving
My daughter rolling her eyes like she’s not still smiling at me
Letting cars merge in front of me
The fuck word
Cussing in general
Asking customers how they are and meaning it
Love
My wife’s bird pictures
Every time my wife complains that she needs a new camera lens
The hammock at the lake
The ducks that chase me at the lake
Just the fucking lake
How dirty LA sidewalks are
Blasting music in the shower
Texting in the shower
Watching Criminal Minds in the shower
Winnie-the-Pooh
West Wing reruns
Baby gays
Benedict Cumberbatch’s cheekbones
Imagining being reincarnated as a tree
Mushrooms again
How annoyed I get when my wife calls me while I’m jamming to my music in my car
Jamming to my music in my car
My in-laws’ entire existence
My married-in family’s entire existence
Being the gay aunt even though I’m a cousin
Did I mention love and mushrooms?
How did I forget tattoos?
Oh I love being petty too
Mushrooms
Weeping willow trees
Weeping cherry trees
Love
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violence is the appropriate response to oppression btw
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Devotional Poem for Fenrir
Your first words to me
were more cold winter air than howl,
more silence than speech,
gentle almost, in the way of a tired soldier.
I clutched your figurine in a fist,
ready to fight, wanting to flee.
You answered the question that has haunted me
from the time I learned to speak
You whispered,
“Some things are unbreakable —
until they are not.”
I too have watched my child’s chains
grow tighter with every struggle.
I have sat with her and wept with her,
and wept *for* her
I too have bitten off
the hand that betrayed me.
When the storm threatened to take me
you said to me,
“Some things are unbreakable —
until they are not.”
Our mother sang lullabies in my ears
when the woman who birthed me
held me down
because I would not stop crying.
In fear I flung her compassion in her face.
When my heart hardened,
you assured me,
“Some things are unbreakable —
Until they are not.”
You, too, know what it is
to be tied down and mocked.
you, too, know what it is
to be called strong as they
spit in your face
and talk behind your back.
You, too, know what it is
to never be satisfied
with the scraps you are thrown.
You spoke to me then,
and you speak to me now,
“Some things are unbreakable —
until they are not.”
While I plot my Ragnarok,
I dream of washing the world
in fire and blood,
to break apart,
to tear down
to expose
to avenge
to bring honor the survivors.
It is by your example,
Oh, Great Monster Wolf,
Devourer of the Sun,
Being of Darkness and Hunger.
You stand by my side and shake yourself,
blood rushing back into your limbs
And with a growl, baring teeth
longing to tear
into traitorous throats,
you snarl,
“Come, brother.
We have work to do.”
#heathenry#lokean#loki#loki deity#norse loki#norse paganism#devotional poetry#loki god#deity devotion#devotions#norse deities#norse mythology#norse pantheon#fenris#fenrir#angrboda#angrboða
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ok so i just saw a post saying that its disrespectful and what not to give the old gods scraps of food or irrelevant items or things you just have lying around that you didnt specifically buy or make for the gods. and i 110% disagree.
like i give dionysus my leftover sodas that have gone flat in my room, i give apollo the leftover orange peels i have lying around. its not thought out, theyre just my leftovers.
i gave thanatos and persephone my garden with my bone collection. i have a plant named bernard that i water for hera.
none of my gifts were made or bought or grabbed with the intent of giving. they just were given at the end. that doesnt mean im disrespecting them or giving them useless items. that doesnt mean they reject them.
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Devotional Poem for Ferir
Your first words to me
were more cold winter air
than howl —
softer than I imagined,
gentle almost, in the way of a tired soldier.
I clutched your figurine in a fist,
ready to fight, wanting to flee.
You answered the question that has haunted me
from the time I learned to speak.
You whispered,
“Some things are unbreakable —
until they are not.”
I too have watched my child’s chains
grow tighter with every struggle.
I have sat with her and wept with her,
and wept *for* her.
I too have bitten off
the hand that betrayed me.
When the storm threatened to take me,
you said to me,
“Some things are unbreakable —
until they are not.”
Our mother sang lullabies in my ears
when the woman who birthed me
held me down because I would not sleep.
I flung Mother’s compassion in her face,
and when my heart hardened,
You assured me,
“Some things are unbreakable —
until they are not.”
You, too, know what it is
to be tied down and mocked.
You, too, know what it is
to be called strong as they
spit in your face
and talk behind your back.
You, too, know what it is
to never be satisfied
with the scraps you are thrown.
You spoke to me then,
and you speak to me now,
“Some things are unbreakable —
until they are not.”
While I plot my Ragnarok,
I dream of washing their world
In fire and blood,
To break apart,
To tear down
To expose
To avenge
To bring honor to survivors.
It is by your example,
Oh, Great Wolf,
Devourer of the Sun,
Being of Darkness and Hunger.
You stand by my side and shake yourself,
blood rushing back into your limbs
And with a growl, baring teeth
longing to tear
into traitorous throats,
You snarl,
“Come, brother,
We have work to do.”
#heathenry#lokean#loki#loki deity#norse loki#norse paganism#devotional poetry#loki god#deity devotion#norse deities#devotions#norse mythology#norse pantheon#angrboda#angrboða
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Uploaded once already, but it’s the season, so…
In order:
Odin, Tyr, Thrud, Loki and Modi
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The point white supremacists miss when they worship the aesir gods is that while yes, the gods kinda were supremacists themselves and were ruled by a war god but the thing is that they lose in the end. The jotnar end up winning the final war and the god of peace and love takes the throne instead.
Yup yup this
But I also think that kinda might be one of their points, like they read it as "we must do better than the gods and stop the outsiders"
But still, if they guide themselves by the myths. They're gonna lose anyway
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Sigyn: Why are you on fire?
Loki: This is just how my day is going.
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Loki: and how exactly do you plan on stopping me?!
Óðin: we’ll call your wife
Loki: *nervous sweat*
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Centuries into marriage, Sigyn does something cool
Loki: Sigyn, I don't want to freak you out, but I think I love you.
Sigyn: I know, but it is nice to be reminded now and again.
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Sure did
"Come back and tell me why
I'm feelin' like I've missed you all this time
And meet me there tonight
And let me know that it's not all in my mind
I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now
I just wanna know you, know you, know you
All I know is we said, "Hello"
Your eyes look like comin' home
All I know is a simple name
And everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You'll be mine and I'll be yours
All I know since yesterday
Is everything has changed"
~ "Everything Has Changed", by Taylor Swift
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Thank you so much to our newfound spiritual family - or newly accepted by us, at the very least. It took months of feeling lost and abandoned, one day when we finally cried and broke down and welcomed them into our lives - asked THEM to prove themselves to US rather than visa versa, asked THEM to help US learn to trust then rather than visa versa - and then everything changed 💖
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The Gods, and Family
I come from a family thats broken, to say the least. My parents were never married and split before I was a year old. Despite having numerous siblings, most of what I remember growing up, I was an only child. We may have visited the grandparents on my mom’s side a few times for a few holidays, but I never got to form a real relationship with them. I lived with my grandparents on my dads side in my late teens for a few years, but I was well past the bond forming stage of my development.
I come from a family thats broken.
And in that, there’s this… odd feeling attached to the relationships that are so present in families. Father. Mother. Grandmother. Grandfather. Feelings of… disillusion, animosity, regret, disappointment, and desire. The relationship I have now with my parents is not the typical one you’d find. It’s full of distance. And that feels.. unfortunate.
When i began praying, venerating, worshipping the gods, there was something in it that I had never felt before, in totality at least. Going to Freyja when I was sad, meeting the altar with tears. It’s the warmest place to be. It’s the safest place to be. In the soft candle light, embraced by the arms of a divine mother who whispers to you “hush child, all is well”. It was feeling that love, and protection, and care that was so absent. She is mother, in those moments, to me
If that isn’t who Freyja is for you, thats okay. That’s not who she is all the time for me either
but there are people like me
kids like me
who have no real experience with mother, father, protector, parent
and thats okay. If you’re reading this, and you’re one of those kids, it’s okay. I’m aware of how much it hurts, and how numb it feels. But it isn’t your fault
and the Gods, the Gods are full of love. The Gods can be another kind of found family. The Gods can, in some aspects, be a figure of love, and protection for you.
I don’t think its a substitute or a solution to the pain. But it can be so helpful to find mother, or father, or grandmother, or grandfather, or any other family element you feel disconnected from, at the altar.
Your Gods love you
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Freyja: You're not a woman until you get blood on all your favourite pants.
Loki: What about trans women?
Freyja: I never said it had to be your own.
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