One of the things I like about Heathenry is the concept of honoring our ancestors, or as anthropologists would term, “ancestor worship.” But, honestly, if some of my relatives were a pain in the ass when they were alive, why would I want to draw strength from them when they’re dead? Well, the answer is both yes and no.
Oh, boy howdy. I know I’m going to get flack for this post, but this has been weighing on my mind for some time. Every time I see stylized depictions of the Irminsul, I feel uncomfortable. Not because of the original meaning of the Irminsul, but what it has grown to represent due to the blatant misappropriation by the neo-Nazis and the white supremacists. So, where does that leave us with the Irminsul?
Yule feels more powerful up north. I say that from experience. While you could feel the race of the season towards the longest night of the year in lower latitudes, it is more definitive the further north you travel.
Oddly enough, having a god grab you by the scruff of the neck is actually not that unusual in heathenry. I say this based on both personal experience and experiences that many other Heathens have shared with me.
I’ve never heard of someone being an absolute shit in the stories, making a sacrifice, and having the gods say, “Okay, Bro, you gave us a delicious barbecue pig, we’re going to cut you some slack for being a shit all your life and grant you something you wanted.”
I’ve been thinking a lot about the role women play and how they are treated in different cultures. It seems rather weird to me that women have been treated so poorly throughout history, but I’ve been thinking about why this might be.
Before we get started, I must point out that I didn’t mean to insult the Westboro Baptist Church. In a stunt that could only be pulled by people of that kind of caliber, the Asatru Folk Assembly, has determined that straight whites who uphold what I can only consider “traditional” Christian roles are allowed in their group.
Well, it’s harvest time. Today I was preserving some peaches I received from a local farmer, and it occurred to me that most people really aren’t in touch with their food. Oh sure, you go to the grocery store and buy stuff. Maybe you plant a small garden, if you have the space, but many people don’t. So, you buy your food from who knows where, and pray to Freyr that maybe he’ll accept your thanks.
Kids, we need to talk.
I’ve been thinking about my Christian roots and also how some pagans and heathens are willing to keep the Christ in their lives. But can a Heathen really worship Jesus? Or more importantly, can a Christian also follow the Aesir and the Vanir gods?
Well, I’ve irked a bunch of people with posts on both sites now. If fact, I’ve been told that I’m not a Heathen. (Nor that I’m rational, but that is clearly open for debate.) Well, pally, I beg to differ with your assessment. I suspect this week, I’ll irk a bunch of people who have laid […]