A tribesman and I were discussing a need within the Asatru community on our ride back from AFA Ostara down at Gladsheim Hof in Maryland. Specifically, the need for a history of Heathenry in America. There are bits of history scattered hither and yon in various books, magazine articles, and websites, but almost all are… Continue reading Where is this Book?
Over at the Rational Heathen, “Tyra Ulfdotter” made a post entitled Reconstructionists are Idiots. As you might imagine, I have a couple of thoughts on the matter. I should point out that this isn’t a complete Fisking of her article. I just don’t have the stomach for it tonight. I’m just hitting the highlights on… Continue reading Reconstructing a Straw Man
Me at “Thor’s Gate” My family and I spent the day at Columcille Megalth Park, which is a seventeen acre stretch of woods, open spaces, and spectacular stone works. There are (many!) standing stones, towers, buildings, triliths, and other sacred spots all connected by various paths and bridges. It really is a spectacular place, and… Continue reading A Trip to Columcille
I’m reading Clive Tolley’s Shamanism in Norse Myth and Magic, and came across the following definition of religion: Religions may impose ethical codes on adherents, as in religions of the Book [i.e., the Abrahamic religions; Judaism, Christianity, and Islam]; they may also be primarily aimed at enlisting (or in the case of magic compelling) the… Continue reading Why do we do Ritual?
I love the landvættir. For many years, now, I’ve been making regular offerings to the local land-wights, establishing relationships with them, and giving them the attention they deserve. Possibly I’m the first person in 200 years to do so. One I’ve even named, based on the name given to them by the aboriginal Americans who… Continue reading On the Landvættir
As I was driving home last night from a wonderful ritual celebrating Walpurgisnacht, where I led an ecstatic dance ritual I call “Dancing the Brocken”, I saw a fox on the road. Totally dark, “real country dark” as Alex DeLarge might say, and there was the fox in my headlights, happy as a camper. He… Continue reading A late night encounter