fairies =)

I love the Fey, the Fair folk. 

A is also for Aries

A is also for Aries

that is my sun sign, my other signs are:

Moon- Sag
Rising- Aqua
Chinese- Boar
Mercury- Aries
Venus- Taurus
Mars- Aries
Jupiter- Sag
Saturn- Scorpio
Uranus- Sag
Neptune- Sag
Pluto- Libra

Ard Faidhe

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So in addition to wanting to be a Gythia in Asatru I also want to be an Ard Faihe, which is a member of the triune counsel for a Druidic Grove (think coven only druids)

Ard means arch, as in arch bishop or arch nemesis, and Faidhe means seer. In Druidry your levels and path of study are likened unto a tree. (Trees being sacred because they transverse all three realms of sea, land and sky) The charting of your course helps one see the path that they are taking in study, provides focus and also helps chart progress.

Me and my brother Scarred Spirit are new dedicants to the Grove of the Nine Silver Hazels. We were dedicated at Yule, by our mentor and champion, Ivy. We held ritual and celebrated the Druid version of Yule called Mean Geimhridh which is the Irish way of saying it. Scarred Spirit and I met in a class held by the grove, and knew that we had to have been siblings before and since, he has called me big sis, and I to him little bro. We were equally matched throughout the class, which was essentially Druidry 101. We even missed the exact same class because we were at another ritual that day together.

Anyway sooooo off topic, back to the tree and the paths and the goal. On the tree that we are using to progress there are two branches that we are able to choose (or have choose us) Hazel and Alder. Hazel belonging to the Seer and Healer, and Alder belonging to the Poet and Historian. I want to tread up the branch of Hazel. I already read scarily accurate tarot, have success with the use of a pendulum and own three sets of Runes. I also have dreams and visions. I tend to have "called it" when it comes to the uncertain future. I want to develop that gift. Maybe I'll actually learn how to read my runes, and how to use the Oghm.

I am also excited to learn the medicinal uses of several herbs. I love making people feel better. Last night at the New Years party I was at, I dispensed over the counter Pepto Bismol tablets to two upset tummys. Think how awesome it will be when I can do that with essential oils and herbs and roots. I can't wait to learn those things.

So here's to the future. (though not to forget my past and present)

J.

too long away.

I created this blog with the intention of writing every day or every couple of days, or atleast once a week. In the end I only posted one post. Hopefully I will change that and move forward with the

http://paganblogproject.com/


I found this from my dear friend's fiancee (whom I hope to become great friends with too someday.)

this is her blog:

http://lyric-nor-lute.tumblr.com/

I don't really get tumbler, but blogger makes more sense to me. So here we go friends, pagans, wiccans, druids, kindred, folk, ancestors, gods, goddesses, elements, realms, heathens and whatever else I am forgetting.

A Start.

I am 27, female, and Asatru. For those of you who don't know what that means, It means I worship the Norse Pantheon of gods. For those of you who don't know what that means, it means I am a follower of gods like Frey, Freya, Odin, Thor, and even the trickster god that some people avoid Loki. Still clueless? Think Vikings.

I started out my religious life as nothing. My mom had always said she was Mormon, My dad said he was Catholic neither of them actively pursuing anything spiritual or religious to my knowledge during my early youth. I struggled but accepted the concept of Jesus because as a child you believe what you are told by adults. When I was about eight years old my mom decided it was time to give me some religion in my life and I was baptized into the Episcopalian church by a man I remember being called Father Bosh, my God parents were my Great Aunt Marilyn and my Great Uncle Jake. My squalling baby sister was also baptized at that time. We attended Mass only rarely, as in Easters and Christmases only.

When I was about eleven years old  crazy turn of events lead my mother sisters, new baby brother and I to move to Utah, where I converted to Mormonism, or as they like to call themselves The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I converted partly because I craved some spirituality in my life and partly because I wanted to fit in with the kids around me.

I remained a part of that church until I was in my mid teens. The girls I went to church with (especially one who I called my best friend) stopped talking to me when my tastes veered towards the darker and more artistic (at least in my opinion) gothic subculture.

There I was in South Jordan, Utah with my Mormon friends who hated me and my Mormon family who didn't really understand what was happening with me. It was a weird time for me in which not only did I do the cliche soul searching and what not but I also studied several other religions. I read a little bit about Judaism, a little of the Koran, I read the Tao of Pooh and the Te of Piglet (if those count as religious books)I was a big reader. I occasionally would look into the library card catalog and try to find books about things I was interested in. I wasn't really even meaning to find a religion when I did a search for Witches, and Witchcraft. I found books that talked about Wicca and Pagans, and felt at home in the new belief that in addition to the god that I already knew the love of but also the love of a mother goddess. I wasn't about to turn in that love from the goddess to rejoin the hypocrites at church who were teaching us to love our neighbors as ourselves and giving me the silent treatment for my hair worn in princess Leia-esq buns with cocktail umbrellas stuck in them. (not that that's goth, but it was one of the weird things I tried when I was coming into my own style)

I called myself Wiccan for many years. Then in my mid twenties I had the Norse Gods hit me over the head and shout "look at me, look at me" in a manner of speaking. Not to sound loony cause I know there are zillions of other people out there who will say they had something like this happen....but The goddess Sif showed up in several of my dreams brushing her long golden hair, telling me everything would be alright and that I was a person of value. I would have the goddess Freya appear to me and assure me that I would indeed find love again (after having two miserable failures of relationships) I had the Thor's hammer necklace that my spirit sister bought me follow me around the house until I wore it. I felt like I had Thor's strength with me when I wore it. I knew the Norse gods had claimed me.

I also knew that my past life regressions I had during my Wiccan phase were real. I spent many a past lifetime studying and teaching spirituality to other people. I've always been a spiritual soul. I know these things to be true.

To the point already, yeah I know I ramble. The point is. I am certain I was a Gythia before. A Gythia is a teacher and priestess in the Asatru faith. They will be reincarnated and take the oath in each life until they teach all that need to be taught and then Ragnarok happens. I know I don't know enough about the lore yet to take the Oath as it remains right now, and that my friends is the point. This blog will be my dedication to learning the lore, and towards readying myself to take that Oath. 

~Hail The Gods,
                   J.