heathenry
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Drip, drip, drip, you hold the bowl above my bowed head, catching droplets of snake’s milk. Deep, I am bound, by the entrails of the child I was, and you stand above, catching each drop. But a time comes, when I must face the venom, and give your hands a moment to rest. I will
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Lips sewn, Body bound, while you shake the depths, you also shake up my life. O’ Loki, friend, foe, teacher, you bring light to the dark parts of myself, guiding my hand towards lifting the torch to shine light and bring change to myself.
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Pæþwyrhta, You lead me to my path, sending my on another journey. I hail to thee, One-Eyed Wanderer, and walk the path you’ve guided me to lovingly. I sing your name, and study your mysteries, and learn all I might. So that I may, continue on, and fight this good fight.
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O’ Llwenog, Aelfwynn, the spirit who guides my steps. I call to you, flitting through the woods, fair and elfen in form, yet able to embody the fox. You guide my magic, help me wave my wand, and connect to the earth, to Annwn, to Aelfhome. You guide me through my path, delving into the
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O’ Ing, Fertile Lord, Sower of the Seeds, You helped me gather till my fields, and plant the seeds of my growing masculinity. You stood by my side as I deligently watered, cared, and tended my growing crop. Now, as hair grows on my face, and my voice deepens, you stand by my side, guiding
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Even when I am distant, wandering amidst the past, mimicking your mind, focused on finding my Truth, you guide me back home. Wanderer, O’ Woden, you hold a place deep in my heart. I feel the beat of your staff on earth, in time with the rhythm in my chest. Your runes are my comfort,
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O’ Wandering Wizard, Pæþwyrhta, You forge the paths of my future, Brim lowered to hide your eye, spear spurned to walk forward. You lead me through the dark, through the winding forests of life, to each new tomorrow that I must face. Hail to thee, Woden the Wise, for you instill my urge for knowledge,
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Pæþwyrhta, Wayfarer, Wanderer of the Worlds, You guide my step, foot after foot, leading me towards the unknown. You heal my heart, and fill my bosom with blessings, so that I may seek the knowledge I yearn for, and continue to grow.
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O’ Modru, The women of my kin, through blood, tied by Orlaeg. O’ Modru, The women who became kin, through life and strife. I hail to thee, and welcome your guidance into my life. Let me be strong, let me be smart, and let me, most of all, kind.
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Wyrdwebbe, Spinner of Wyrd, She who sees all, knows all, see into my Feorth. Wrap my hiw with your weavings, and guide my hand and steps towards the Orlaeg laid out for me. Guide my hands as I weave my Wyrd, to bring me boon, and shape my life to satisfaction.
Little Rabbit's Glen 