Seiðr Craft - Chapter 6: Ábyrgð - Responsibility
Irresponsibility in seiðr is never harmless. Every working is an exchange, and every thread you pull demands a price. The careless speak of fate as if it is a game, but wyrd does not forget. Power without honour becomes poison. This chapter reveals why responsibility is the foundation of true seiðr - why consent, consequence, and disciplined aftercare are not moral niceties but essential laws of the craft. Those who ignore them pay in silence, sickness, or tangled fate. Those who uphold them walk with steady power. This is not a path for the reckless - it is a path of weight, truth and sacred accountability.
Baldr’s Dream (Story form)
When Baldr, the shining son of Odin, begins to dream of his own death, the gods of Asgard are filled with dread. Seeking the truth, Odin rides alone into the realm of the dead to awaken a long-buried seeress. Her prophecy reveals the coming of tragedy - Baldr’s death, the grief of the gods, and the first shadows of Ragnarök. Baldr’s Dreams is a timeless tale of love, loss, and the inescapable power of fate, echoing the belief that even gods cannot escape what must come.
Message from the Gods - 5/11/25
A timeless message inspired by the ancient Norse gods — Odin the Wanderer and Seeker of Wisdom, Frigg the Weaver of Fate, and Heimdallr the Watcher of Worlds.
They call upon those who walk the old path to weave life with purpose, guard the heart with strength, and seek truth beyond comfort.
Stand vigilant, walk with honor, and shape your wyrd with courage.
Let this blessing guide your steps in the modern world, as it did our ancestors across ages of flame and frost.
Hafgufa: The Ancient Norse Sea Giant of Silence & Depth
Beneath the still skin of the sea, deeper than sun or memory can reach, the Hafgufa waits. In Norse tradition, it is not merely a monster but the ocean’s dreaming heart - vast, wordless, and older than gods. Sailors whispered of islands that breathed, of calm waters that opened like jaws, and of nights when the sea itself seemed to listen. The Hafgufa does not thrash or roar; it consumes in silence, a hunger as old as the tide. To glimpse it is to understand how small the world above truly is, and how infinite the darkness below. This is not a creature of rage but law - the deep recalling what strays too close. In its myth, terror is reverence, and stillness is power. The sea does not forget. The sea remembers everything.
Víðarr: The Silent Avenger
Víðarr, the silent god of Norse myth, is power without spectacle - endurance shaped into destiny. Born of Odin and the giantess Gríðr, he stands as the still axis of the cosmos: listening, waiting, acting only when the world demands it. His symbol is a humble shoe, stitched from countless scraps of leather (quiet offerings gathered across ages) made to brace against Fenrir’s jaws at Ragnarök. In Víðarr, silence is not absence but presence; not weakness, but focus. He is aftermath rather than wrath, the strength that rebuilds when thunder fades. Surviving the world’s fire, he walks the new earth with unbroken patience, a living promise that balance returns through restraint. This is the lesson of Víðarr: that true might is accumulated in stillness, and from silence, renewal begins.
How to Handle Conflict with Honour (Inspired by the Sagas)
In the harsh northern lands, honour was life itself. The old Norse and Germanic peoples believed that true strength lay not in cruelty, but in balance - in courage tempered by wisdom, and justice untainted by revenge. Inspired by the sagas and ancient codes of the North, this piece explores how to face conflict with dignity, drawing lessons from the wisdom of Njáll the Wise, the words of Odin, and the laws of the Thing. Learn how to stand firm without bitterness, defend what is right without needless harm, and live so your name endures with honour.
Seiðr Craft - Chapter 5: Sannindi - Truth
Truth in Seiðr is not gentle. It is the fire that strips illusion from sight, the torch that burns away deception until only clarity remains. To live in sannindi is to see as Odin saw — through pain and sacrifice — and to speak as the völva spoke, plainly and without flattery.
In this chapter, we walk the path of truth: how to recognise it, live it, and speak it even when it cuts deep. For without truth, Seiðr collapses into delusion. With it, the staff becomes a torch that lights the way between worlds.
Flateyjarbók: The Book of Flatey
Hidden away for centuries on the island of Flatey, Flateyjarbók is the largest and most beautiful of all Icelandic manuscripts. Written between 1387 and 1394, it gathers the sagas of kings, saints, and explorers — including the only surviving stories of Norse voyages to North America. More than just a book, it is a record of how medieval Icelanders saw their history, faith, and the world around them.
Asgard: Where Order Burns with Purpose
Above the storm and beneath the stars rises Asgard—a citadel of will where law is hammered from fire and purpose gleams like gold. Here dwell the Aesir: Odin’s hunger for wisdom, Thor’s steadfast strength, Frigg’s quiet foresight. Bifröst arcs like a burning vow between worlds, a bridge you cross by discipline, not desire. This is no idle heaven but the furnace of order, where every hall (Valhalla, Gladsheim, Bilskirnir) embodies a principle, and every oath bears weight. The myths name it a realm; the spirit remembers it as a practice. In an age of noise, Asgard is the art of attention—the choice to build meaning against the pull of entropy. Step onto the bridge. Bring your question. Pay the price. Let order burn with purpose.
Ullr: The Silent Hunter of the North
Snow falls without a sound. In the deep silence of the North, where frost rules and breath turns to mist, a shadow glides across the frozen wilds. He leaves no footprints, speaks no words, and yet his presence is felt in every oath sworn and every arrow loosed. Ullr (the Silent Hunter, the Winter Sovereign, the god of precision and unbroken honour) moves between worlds with the calm of inevitability. Though the sagas speak little of him, the North remembers. In the stillness before action, in the discipline forged by cold, Ullr waits.
Hervor: The Maiden Of The Dead Flame
She called to the dead and they answered in fire. In the age of iron and storm, one name echoed across the North like a battle cry: Hervor, the Viking shieldmaiden born of doom and destiny. She defied fate, summoned spirits from their graves, and claimed the cursed sword Tyrfing beneath a sky of haunted flame. Hers is a tale of fire, fury, and fearless will - the saga of a warrior who carved her own fate with steel. This is not just legend. This is Hervor: The Maiden of the Dead Flame.
How to Live by Heathen Ethics - Courage, truth, honour, and frith explained for the modern world.
In a world that often feels adrift, the ancient values of the Heathen way offer a steady compass. This in-depth guide explores how to live by the old northern virtues (Courage, Truth, Honour, and Frith) and how the Nine Noble Virtues, the Raven Code, and the Wolf Code can bring strength, integrity, and peace into modern life. It also addresses the complex origins of these moral systems, explaining how we can reclaim their wisdom free from prejudice or exclusion. Rooted in respect and guided by honour, this is a living path for anyone who seeks courage, truth, and connection in today’s world.
Seiðr Craft - Chapter 4: Mörk - Boundaries
In Seiðr, power without mörk - without boundary, soon turns to chaos.
Mörk is the art of standing firm between worlds: the law that guards the soul, the hearth that keeps the flame alive. Without it, the seer becomes porous, open to every spirit and storm. With it, the völva becomes a sanctuary of strength and clarity, walking the staff-road in safety.
This chapter explores the sacred craft of boundaries: how to shield, how to close, how to honour your own edges so that the voice of the gods can be heard clearly. For in Seiðr, as in life, it is not enough to open - one must also know how to close.
Álfablót: The Elven Offering
Among the quiet rituals of Norse tradition, Álfablót stands apart as a private, heartfelt offering to the elves and ancestors.
Held in late October during Winter Nights, it marks the turning of the year and the bond between people, land, and spirit.
From its ancient roots in Viking-Age Scandinavia to its modern revival among Heathens today, Álfablót remains a sacred time of gratitude, remembrance, and respect for the unseen.
Draugr: The Dead Who Do Not Rest
In the cold soil of the North, death does not always sleep. The draugr (the restless dead of Norse legend) are not ghosts but corpses animated by will, vengeance, or greed. Swollen and blue-black with the rot of the grave, they rise from burial mounds to crush intruders, guard hoarded treasure, or torment the living. These revenants are more than monsters; they are symbols of what refuses to be released - the unburied will, the unresolved past, the shadow that clings beyond death. Through saga and story, the draugr teaches a grim truth: what we refuse to let die within us becomes the thing that haunts us. This is not simply a tale of horror, but a mirror—one that reflects the cost of clinging to what must be surrendered.
Bragi: The Voice Between Worlds
Bragi, the Norse god of poetry, is more than a keeper of songs- he is the voice that binds memory to meaning, story to soul. Where Thor wields thunder and Odin gathers wisdom, Bragi preserves what would otherwise be lost to silence. He turns deeds into legend, sorrow into song, and truth into immortal verse. In the halls of Asgard, he raises the bragarfull - the sacred cup of oaths - reminding gods and mortals alike that words carry power. Bragi is the muse of skalds, the guardian of story, and the living heartbeat of culture. Through him, poetry becomes more than art - it becomes survival against oblivion. This is Bragi: the voice between worlds.
Vanaheim: Realm of Fertility, Peace, and Renewal
Vanaheim is the most overlooked of the Nine Realms — a place not of war or fire, but of living earth, wild magic, and the quiet power that sustains all life. It is the home of the Vanir, gods of fertility, prosperity, seiðr, and sacred cycles. While Asgard thunders with battle and Jötunheim broods in ancient chaos, Vanaheim endures like a heartbeat beneath creation. It is the green realm of growth, harvest, and renewal — the pulse that keeps the worlds alive.
Here, magic is not forced; it flows. Rivers carry memory. Forests speak in roots and rings. Nothing dies without feeding life again. The Vanir teach a different law than the Aesir: that strength lies not in conquest, but in balance — in listening to the land, honouring the cycles of wyrd, and walking in right relationship with creation. To understand Vanaheim is to remember a truth often forgotten: that survival itself is sacred.
The lay of Rig (Story Form)
The Lay of Ríg tells how the god Heimdall (walking the earth in mortal form as Ríg) shaped the very fabric of human society. Through his visits to three households, he brought into being the ancestors of slaves, freemen, and nobles, binding all people to a shared divine origin.
It is not a tale of war or prophecy, but of creation and connection - a myth that reminds us that strength, skill, and wisdom each have their sacred place in the world.
Seiðr Craft - Chapter 3: Þolinmæði - Patience & Discipline
In seiðr, nothing is gained through haste. The old paths move at the pace of roots and rivers, not lightning. Þolinmæði (patience) is not quiet suffering, but sacred endurance: the willingness to keep returning to the work even when the gods are silent and the visions do not come.
Through Odin’s nine nights upon Yggdrasil, through Freyja’s long teaching of seiðr, the lore shows that power is not seized - it is cultivated through rhythm, repetition, and the slow shaping of the soul.
This lesson calls the practitioner to honour stillness, to embrace the silence between moments, and to learn that true mastery is not in commanding the unseen, but in remaining — steadfast as the tree, calm as the deep earth below it.
What Is Hamingja? The Spirit of Luck, Honour, and Ancestral Power
In the old Norse and Germanic world, luck was not seen as random. It was a living force called Hamingja — the spirit of luck, honour, and ancestral power. Hamingja flowed through the bloodlines of families, carried by the deeds of the living and the blessings of the dead.
Those who lived with courage, truth, and generosity strengthened their Hamingja, weaving fortune into their lives and the lives of their kin. Those who acted without honour weakened it, breaking the flow of luck and harmony.
To understand Hamingja is to see that luck and fate are not gifts or punishments — they are the reflection of one’s spirit. Through honour, courage, and right action, you do not escape your destiny — you shape it.