anglo-saxon heathenry
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Eowend, Virility, You fill my soul with fertile seeds, taking root in my Feorþ, helping me grow, upward, upward, into something new and true. True to my heart, to my Hyge and Myne, reshaping my Lic, to match the Hama and Hiw inside. Hail to you, Ingwe-Frea, Swīnen, for one day too, shall I be
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O’ Beaduscearp, Tribal Lord, Guide of my ancestors, To you I sharpen my seax, prepared to defend those I hold dear, and protect the beliefs I hold true, to defend the honor of my kin, be they blood or not, and to fight for all peoples.
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O’ Sæsteorra Guiding Light, You light the way when the sky begins to bright, Earendil, Guiding Star, You lead me home when I am far, Bring me mirth, joy, and kin, and lead me home from far again.
Little Rabbit's Glen 