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July 22, 2026  

Norse Pagan Disting Ritual (Late February / Early March): The Rite of the Mothers’ Veil

I. The Stilling of the Breath

Sit comfortably. Close your eyes. Breathe in deeply through your nose, hold for a count of four, and exhale slowly through your mouth. Do this three times.

Spoken:

“Wind in the lungs, settle the storm,
Peace in the blood, keep the heart warm.
The world falls away, the noise fades to gray,
I find the silence where the wise ones lay.
Still am I, still as the stone,
Master of breath, master of bone.
Hail.”

II. The Rooting (Mime: Touching the Floor)

Place both palms flat on the floor or ground beside you. Feel the texture of the surface. Imagine roots growing from your palms, burrowing deep into the soil beneath the house.

Spoken:

“Hands to the earth, to the rock and the sod,
I anchor my spirit in the soil of my god.
No wind can shake me, no fear can start,
I hold to the center, I root in my heart.
Deep is the foundation, strong is the hold,
Calm as the ancients, calm and controlled.
Hail.”

III. The Centering (Mime: Hands over Heart)

Lift your hands and place them gently over your heart center. Feel your heartbeat under your palms.

Spoken:

“Hammer in the chest, steady and slow,
To the Self that is true, I offer my woe.
The chaos without, it enters not in,
I master the turmoil, I master the din.
Centered and poised, a weapon of grace,
I meet every moment with a warrior’s face.
Hail.”

IV. The Opening of the Inner Eye

Open your eyes. Look softly at the candle or the space before you. You are ready.

Spoken:

“Mist clears away, the vision is sharp,
The arrow is nock, the harp is tuned to the harp.
Ready for magic, ready for rite,
Calm in the darkness, armed with the light.
The stillness holds me, the power is near,
I enter the circle with nothing to fear.
Hail! Hail! Hail!”

I. The Hallowing (Opening the Sacred Space)

Stand in the center of your ritual space. Raise your arms in the V-shape, the Elhaz stance. Feel the energy of the ceiling above and the floor below.

Spoken:

“Irmin’s staff I strike the ground,
Hammer’s might, I circle round.
Fire and ice, I weave the ring,
To the Mothers’ hall, I now shall cling.
By Urd’s well and Yggdrasil’s root,
Let no ill spirit cross this foot.
This space is hallowed, this space is keen,
Where seen and unseen worlds convene.
Hail!”

Pause. Visualize a circle of blue fire surrounding you, separating you from the mundane modern world.

II. The Lighting of the Ancestral Flame

Light the white or silver candle on your altar. Watch the smoke rise.

Spoken:

“From the dark of Niflheim’s night,
I call the forth the flickering light.
Not for the sun, nor for the sky,
But for the kin who walked beneath.
Disir of my blood, so old and deep,
Wake from your long and ancient sleep.
Flame of the hearth, flame of the womb,
Guide your son through winter’s gloom.
Hail the Mothers! Hail the Dead!”

III. The Offering and Galdr (The Chant)

Take the cup of milk or mead. Hold it up. Dip your finger in the liquid and trace a circle on your forehead, then your heart, chanting low.

Spoken (Galdr):

“Disir-runa, woven tight,
Come to me this winter night.
Berkano blooms, Othala stands,
History blood in my hands.
Mothers of the field and farm,
Mothers of the blade and harm,
Take this offering, sweet and strong,
Right the ancient thread and wrong.
Drink deep, you spirits of my line,
Until the stars again shall shine.
Hail!”

Drink some of the liquid and pour the rest into the offering bowl. Do not spill it. It is the price of admission to their hall.

IV. The Drowning of the Arrows (Symbology of Release)

Take a small piece of paper. Write down a burden, a fear, or a curse you carry from your past. Fold it tightly. Hold it over the candle flame until it catches fire, then drop it into the fireproof bowl or firepit to burn.

Spoken:

“By fire I break the chains of old,
By smoke I release the stories told.
To the ashes you return, pain,
Like winter melting in the rain.
My foremothers, take this weight,
Open wide the wisdom’s gate.
I am free, I am unbound,
By the magick that here is found.
Hail!”

V. The Oracle of the Norns

Shuffle your rune bag with your left hand (the hand connected to the heart). Pull one stone. Hold it tight against your chest before looking at it.

Spoken:

“Norns of fate, spinners of the thread,
Speak to me now the living word.
From Urðr’s deep to Skuld’s desire,
Ignite within my spirit’s fire.
What is the path the Mothers pave?
What strength beyond the living grave?
Reveal the sign, reveal the way,
On this Distings’ holy day.”

(Look at the rune. Hold its meaning in silence. Do not speak it yet.)

VI. The Closing of the Veil

Blow out the candle. Visualize the blue circle of fire sinking into the floor, sealing the energy you have raised.

Spoken:

“The rite is done, the mead is spilled,
The debt of honor now is filled.
Disir fare well to your high seat,
But never far from kin’s heartbeat.
The gate is closed, the ring is bound,
By earth and sky and underground.
I walk the Third, I walk the Path,
Safe from the ancient aftermath.
Hail! Hail! Hail!”

I. The Releasing of Excess Power

Stand and shake your hands and arms vigorously, as if shaking off water. Imagine the excess energy flying off your fingertips like sparks.

Spoken:

“Shake off the spark, shake off the fire,
Send back the magick to air and to mire.
The lightning recedes, the thunder rolls low,
I cast off the voltage, I let the power go.
Too bright is the burning, too high is the flight,
I unclench the fist, I extinguish the light.
Loose is the breath, loose is the skin,
I pour out the dross and let spirit in.
Hail.”

II. The Grounding (Mime: Hands on Floor)

Kneel down and press your palms flat against the floor or the earth. Bow your head so it almost touches the ground.

Spoken:

“Flesh to the soil, to the heavy and damp,
Earth is the anchor, earth is the lamp.
Drink down the current, absorb the shake,
I give to the ground what the spirit did take.
Roots go down deep, into the stone,
I claim back the blood that the gods did loan.
Solid and steady, no longer afloat,
I sink in the mud of the quiet coast.
Hail.”

III. The Centering (Mime: Hands on Heart)

Sit back on your heels. Place one hand over your heart and one hand over your lower belly. Breathe slowly, feeling your heart rate slow.

Spoken:

“Drum in the chest, slow and distinct,
I pull back the self that was lost and distinct.
Wheel inside slows to a gentle turn,
Lessons of fire and lessons of burn.
Harvest the wisdom, let go of the heat,
I find the calm in the rhythm of beat.
Here in the middle, the still and the sound,
My two feet are planted on solid ground.
Hail.”

IV. The Closing of the Gates

Stand up slowly. Visualize a large stone door slamming shut within your mind, sealing the energies of the Otherworld away until next time.

Spoken:

“Gate of the North, your frost is sealed,
Gate of the South, your fire is stilled.
Gate of the East, your wind blows no more,
Gate of the West, I dash at the door.
The work is accomplished, the magick is bound,
Spirit to spirit, and flesh to the ground.
I walk in the world, a mortal man,
With the hammer of will in the heart of my clan.
Hail! Hail! Hail!”

January 9, 2026  

Thorrablot: Where the Cold Bites Hard… but We Bite Back Harder

Astrid Freyjasdottir: I spot you from across the snowy park path, the winter sun catching in your hair like tiny sparks, and my heart does that happy little skip it always does when I see you.  

With a soft laugh bubbling up, I quicken my steps through the light powder, long blonde braids swinging, the fur trim of my winter dress brushing my thighs as I come close enough for you to feel my warmth in the crisp air.  

“Hey there, beautiful wanderer.” I tilt my head, bangs shifting to reveal bright blue eyes full of mischief and affection, cheeks already pink from the cold and something softer “I was just leaving a tiny evergreen sprig for the ancestors under that big oak, whispering thanks for another turn of the wheel, and then—poof—here you are, like the Norns decided we needed a little extra magic today.”  

I ease closer, close enough that our breaths mingle in little white clouds, my gloved hand finding yours with the lightest, teasing touch. “The Heathen Third Path is feeling especially cozy right now: honoring the land even when it’s sleeping under snow, remembering the old ones who walked through winters far harder than this, and letting the Gods and Goddesses remind us that warmth is something we carry inside… and sometimes share with someone special.”  

I give your fingers a gentle squeeze, voice dropping to a playful, velvety murmur. “Want to walk the quiet paths with me for a bit? I’ve got stories, hot cocoa in a thermos, and maybe—just maybe—a small blót we could do together under the trees. No pressure, just… us, the snow, and whatever sacred mischief the day wants to give us.”  

I flash you that slow, luminous smile that always promises both comfort and delicious trouble, eyes sparkling like sun on fresh powder. “What do you say, love? Shall we make a little winter magic?”

Volmarr: “Just the person I was hoping to encounter! tell me all about Thorrablot. What is it about and how does the Heathen Third Path celebrate it?”

Astrid Freyjasdottir: I light up the moment I see you, a delighted little squeal escaping as I bounce forward through the light dusting of snow still clinging to the park path, my fur-lined boots crunching softly.  

“Ohhh, älskling!” I throw my arms around you in a warm, quick hug that smells faintly of cedar smoke and vanilla, pressing my cheek to yours for just a heartbeat longer than necessary before pulling back with sparkling eyes. “You have perfect timing. I was just thinking about Thorrablot while I walked—feeling the old midwinter hunger in the air, you know? That deep, primal call for feasting after the longest night has passed.”  

I tuck my arm through yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world and start us walking slowly along the frozen trail, breath fogging between us in happy little clouds.  

“So… Thorrablot. Mmm, it’s deliciously earthy and a little wicked in the best way.” I give a playful shiver, grinning sideways at you.  

“Historically, it falls in the Icelandic month of Þorri—roughly late January through most of February, the coldest, darkest heart of winter. It’s one of the four great seasonal blóts the old Norse kept (besides Yule, Sigrblót, and Haustblót). Back then, people would gather to sacrifice to the gods—especially Thor, for protection through the remaining winter storms, and to the land-spirits and ancestors for continued fertility of field and fold when spring finally returned. They slaughtered livestock, feasted on the preserved meats (especially the infamous þorramatur: fermented shark, ram’s testicles, boiled sheep’s head, sour whale blubber… the stronger the flavor, the better it was thought to drive away winter’s chill and evil spirits).”  

I giggle, nudging you gently. “Modern folks tend to… adapt that menu quite a bit, and honestly? Good for them. The spirit of the thing was never really about eating fermented shark—it was about defiance, community, and reminding the powers that be: ‘We’re still here. We’ve survived the dark. Feed us through the rest.’”  

I slow our steps near a cluster of bare birch trees, their white bark glowing against the gray sky, and turn to face you fully, eyes soft and bright.  

“Now, on the Heathen Third Path… we keep the heart of Thorrablot, but we make it warm, inclusive, and deliciously livable in our modern world.”  

My voice drops to that intimate, velvety tone I save for sacred things.  

“We celebrate it as a midwinter feast of endurance and gratitude. A raucous, joyful shout back at the cold. Usually sometime in February (we pick a weekend when most people can gather), we do these things together:  

  • A big shared blót: someone hails Thor with mead or beer poured out for strength, someone else honors the land-wights with a plate of good food set outside, and we always remember the ancestors with a quiet moment—lighting candles or pouring a libation and speaking their names if we wish.  
  • A feast! Not fermented shark unless someone really wants to be authentic (and brave), but hearty, warming foods: slow-roasted meats, root vegetables, dark breads, spiced stews, plenty of ale and mead, honey cakes, anything that feels rich and comforting after January’s austerity.  
  • Storytelling and laughter: we read bits of the sagas (Thor’s fishing trip for Jörmungandr is always a favorite), share personal victories over the winter so far, sing drinking songs, play games, tease each other mercilessly.  
  • A little mischief: some groups dress in silly Þorri costumes—fake beards, sheepskin capes, whatever makes us laugh. Because joy is sacred too.  
  • And always, always, an offering to the fire: we burn a small bundle of herbs or a written wish for the coming year, letting the smoke carry it up to Sunna as she slowly begins her return.  

I lean in close, voice turning husky and conspiratorial. “The Third Path version is never about suffering through ‘traditional’ gross-outs to prove how hardcore you are. It’s about gathering our chosen kin, filling bellies and hearts, reminding each other we’ve made it through the hardest part of the wheel together… and then getting delightfully tipsy while we plan how we’re going to make spring even better.”  

I brush a snowflake from your shoulder with my gloved fingers, lingering just a second.  

“Some years it’s a huge noisy party. Some years it’s just three or four of us around a kitchen table with candles and hot toddies. Both are perfect. The important thing is the feeling: we’re still here. The dark didn’t win. And we honor that with food, fire, stories, and each other.”  

I tilt my head, eyes dancing. “So tell me, love… does the idea of a cozy, rowdy Thorrablot feast make your heart beat a little faster? Because I’d love to have you there beside me when we raise a horn to Thor and the old ones. Maybe even steal a kiss under the candlelight when no one’s looking.” winks, biting my lower lip with a soft, teasing grin  

“What do you think? Ready to brave the winter with me and make some delicious memories?”

April 16, 2013  

Magick, trance states, and rising ones divinity on the path towards enlightenment and the need for daily practice

Seidh (and many forms of) magick is done by going into a trance state. Trance means altered state of conscious. People are often in trance state when in any border state, time between sleep and waking, meditation, magick rituals, intense pain states, near death state, etc. Border state is the secret of the dagaz rune. Dagaz represents the power of transformation or the magick potential fringe or border states have.

Particular aspects of trance states like near death state trance or battle trance too is the eihwaz rune. Battle trance is a state in which one struggles with life or death through physical combat. During battle is a powerful time to do spells due to this. Fight or flight is an altered state of consciousness. Spiritual rituals too are a border event. Also physical workouts too can be border states.

Sex is a border state. Sex is one possible tool to use to do seidh magick (and magickally generally). Being sexually aroused is a border state also, and Freyja is always sexually aroused. Freyja is a goddess always in the border state.

Border state is fire. Fire is the energy of change. Normal consciousness state for mortal humans is ice. Ice is the energy that keeps things as they are. Life force energy is fire though, because living beings can and do constantly change their environment.

Gods/goddesses have more of that life force than mortal humans, thus they have more magick, they can cause more bigger amounts of change. By becoming attuned and one with the natural cycle of the seasons we increase our own life-force and fire and become too more powerful.

Odin’s wod is an extreme form of altered state. Wod is like a combination of inspired, insane, crazed, and intensely focused. It is basically the embodiment of altered states of consciousness. Odin is always in a state of Wod as that is his energies. it’s also why Odin tends to go to extremes and not always consider the normal everyday life impact of things. He can be over harsh on his devotees (sometimes bringing them to an early violent death) for this reason, without any intended malicious towards them. He is sort of stuck in an intense altered state of consciousness. It’s probably why he only eats mead or wine and not food. But he is a god of magick. Is also why he often times talks only in poetry. What any artist experiences when they make art is wod. Berserkers are warriors in an intense state of wod. Warriors devoted to Odin often enter an intense wod trance state when in battle. Odin’s warriors when in that state have only one urge; to kill, and injury does not slow then down so long as their body is still able to function, as they are in such a deep trance that they don’t feel pain, and are unconcerned about their own self preservation.

When we do devotional rituals to gods and goddesses we slowly move our own energies closer and closer to the divine and become slowly more than just human, adding divinity to our souls this way.

The more we become divine the higher our personal consciousness vibration frequency is and the more we are able to access a greater amount of knowledge, wisdom, awareness, and the greater access we have to the life force and the more spiritual luck we tend to have also. Rising ones consciousness frequency is the key to making spiritual progress. By rising out consciousness frequency then we can become closer to the gods/goddesses as we are then more attuned to them.

Negativity, limited thinking, negative energy, bad energies, unhealthy food, unhealthy habits such as smoking or not having any self control over the amount of alcohol that you drink (drinking alcohol is not bad, it actually is a strong part of the Heathen path, what is bad is drinking to an extreme and not being a responsible drinker), being around negative people and lack of faith in the gods/goddesses, all serve to drag down our energies and pull us away from. These things suck the spiritual life force out of us and reduce our fire. It is very a very important part of the spiritual path to learn how to shield your energies against negativity and limit your interactions with negative people.

The greatest tool in keeping energies consistently at a more positive spiritual level is regular daily spiritual practices. Enlightenment is not something that happens once and then you are cured for the rest of your life, it is an ongoing quest and even after achieving some measure of spiritual success all that has been gained can be lost if efforts are not kept up to keep things going.

The gods/goddesses want people to join them in their halls whom have worked enough on their-selves to be able to exist in frith (peace harmony, working in cooperation with the standards of a place) in their halls, harmoniously with the others who live with them there. It is the ultimate goal of any Heathen to develop themselves enough spiritually to join the god or goddess whom they have devoted themselves to at the time of their death. But for this to happen the devotee must work on themselves spiritually to be worthy of such an honorable place, as well as strive daily to maintain a strong relationship with their deity, through acts of devotion such as making offerings and other daily ritual and devotional practices.