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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?”

October 11, 2025  

Norse-Wiccan Simple Samhain Ritual for a Couple

By Willow Voss

Performed skyclad under the waxing or full moon closest to Samhain, in a secluded grove, with consent as the unbreakable Rede, honoring the thinning veil and the ancestors.

Preparation

Choose a sacred space in nature or a shadowed chamber, lit by the flicker of Samhain’s somber light. Anoint with oils of myrrh or patchouli for mystery and grounding. Bathe in stream water or an infusion of mugwort and rosemary for purification and ancestral connection. Set a simple altar with found items: stones for Earth, a raven feather for Air, a candle or small fire for Fire, a bowl of rainwater for Water. Symbols for Freyja (amber stone, falcon imagery) and Odin (raven imagery, a small staff or rune-carved wood) adorn the space, but hands and intent cast all.

Casting the Circle

Stand skyclad, facing north.

Join hands and walk deosil (clockwise) thrice around the space, visualizing a silver mist boundary, shimmering like the veil between worlds.

Chant together:

“By will and word, we cast this circle, a veil between the worlds, sacred and whole, on this Samhain night.”

  • Call the Quarters, starting East, moving deosil, gesturing with open hands:
    • East (Air):
      “Hail Guardians of the East, powers of Air and wisdom, breath of Odin’s ravens, come witness and protect.”
    • South (Fire):
      “Hail Guardians of the South, powers of Fire and will, Freyja’s burning seiðr, ignite our rite.”
    • West (Water):
      “Hail Guardians of the West, powers of Water and intuition, Freyja’s tears of gold, flow through us.”
    • North (Earth):
      “Hail Guardians of the North, powers of Earth and endurance, Odin’s rooted wisdom, ground our magick.”
  • Invoke the center:
    “Spirit within, bind this circle true, as the veil thins.”

Invocation of Deities

Stand facing each other, beneath Samhain’s moon.

  • Priestess raises arms:
    “Freyja, Vanadis, Lady of love, war, and seiðr, golden-haired mistress of Folkvangr, descend into me, fill me with your ecstasy and power on this Samhain night. So mote it be.”
  • Priest kneels briefly:
    “Odin, Allfather, Wanderer of wisdom, sacrifice, and runes, raven-crowned god of Valhalla, enter me, grant your insight and strength. So mote it be.”
  • Embrace lightly, awakening the divine presence, feeling the ancestors’ gaze.

The Five-Fold Kiss

To bless and arouse the gods within, performed fully twice. First, priest to priestess:

  • Priest kisses priestess’s feet:
    “Blessed be thy feet, that walk the paths between worlds.”
  • Priest kisses priestess’s knees:
    “Blessed be thy knees, that kneel at the sacred altar.”
  • Priest kisses priestess’s vagina:
    “Blessed be thy womb, vessel of creation and life.”
  • Priest kisses priestess’s breasts:
    “Blessed be thy breast, formed in beauty and strength.”
  • Priest kisses priestess’s lips:
    “Blessed be thy lips, that utter the Sacred Names.”

Then, switch: priestess to priest:

  • Priestess kisses priest’s feet:
    “Blessed be thy feet, that wander with the Allfather.”
  • Priestess kisses priest’s knees:
    “Blessed be thy knees, that kneel at the sacred altar.”
  • Priestess kisses priest’s phallus:
    “Blessed be thy phallus, spear of wisdom and life.”
  • Priestess kisses priest’s chest:
    “Blessed be thy chest, formed in strength and vision.”
  • Priestess kisses priest’s lips:
    “Blessed be thy lips, that speak the Sacred Names.”

Scourging for Purification

Stand facing each other, the priest holding the scourge. With mutual agreement, the priestess receives first:

  • Priest says:
    “By the touch of the scourge, I purify thee, releasing all that binds thee from the ancestors’ truth.”
  • Gently strikes the priestess’s shoulders and back five times, light and rhythmic, symbolizing the shedding of mortal weight.
  • Priestess takes the scourge, saying:
    “By the touch of the scourge, I purify thee, freeing thy spirit for the gods and the veil.”
  • Returns five gentle strikes to the priest’s shoulders and back.
  • Both breathe deeply, visualizing cleansed energy rising, open to Samhain’s mysteries.

Ritual Dancing (Raising the Cone of Power)

Join hands and dance deosil around the space, feet stamping the earth, bodies swaying beneath the Samhain moon. Chant in unison, voices building:

“Freyja’s seiðr, Odin’s runes,
weave through us as the veil communes.
Power rise, from earth to sky,
in Samhain’s truth, our magick fly!”

Visualize energy as a glowing cone spiraling upward, shimmering with ancestral whispers. Continue until the surge peaks, breaths quickened, forms alive with primal heat.

The Great Rite Actual

At the zenith, enact the sacred marriage—the true union of bodies as Freyja and Odin. On a bed of fallen leaves, moss, or herbs, the priestess receives as the Goddess, the priest gives as the God. With reverence and consent:

  • Priestess:
    “I am the Goddess, vessel of creation and seiðr.”
  • Priest:
    “I am the God, spear of wisdom and life.”
  • Unite in ritual intercourse, moving with the surging rhythm, channeling power into the joining. Female receptive, male projective, blending into oneness under the thinning veil. Chant softly:
    “As Freyja and Odin entwine, so do we divine.”

Climax releases the cone toward the intent (connection to ancestors, wisdom, transformation). Linger connected, grounding the ecstasy, feeling the ancestors’ presence.

Cakes and Ale

Share simple food (apples, bread, pomegranates) and drink (mead, wine, or cider) to earth the energy and honor the dead.

  • Priestess offers drink:
    “May you never thirst, in this world or beyond.”
  • Priest offers food:
    “May you never hunger, in this world or beyond.”
  • Partake, spilling libations to the deities, elements, and ancestors.

Thanksgiving and Closing

  • Thank the deities:
    “Freyja and Odin, we thank thee for thy presence and blessings on this Samhain night. Depart if ye must, but stay if ye will. Hail and farewell.”
  • Dismiss the Quarters widdershins (counterclockwise), starting North, gesturing farewell:
    • North:
      “Guardians of Earth, hail and farewell.”
    • West:
      “Guardians of Water, hail and farewell.”
    • South:
      “Guardians of Fire, hail and farewell.”
    • East:
      “Guardians of Air, hail and farewell.”
  • Walk widdershins thrice, visualizing the silver mist dissolving:
    “The circle is open, but unbroken. Merry meet, merry part, merry meet again, across the veil.”

Ground by touching the earth, eating more, or visualizing roots sinking deep, carrying Samhain’s wisdom.

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October 11, 2025  

Willow’s Guide to Norse Wicca

By Willow Voss

Hello, seeker. My name is Willow Voss, age 18, and I’m writing this from the quiet corners of my small apartment in Janesville, Wisconsin, where the woods whisper secrets and the moon watches over my solitary rituals. It’s 1992, fresh out of high school, and I’ve been walking the Wiccan path for a few years now, drawing from books that feel like old friends—Gerald Gardner’s wisdom, Starhawk’s earth-centered magic, and the ancient echoes of Norse lore that call to my blood like the wind through pines. I’m no high priestess in a grand coven; I’m just a girl with pale skin and black hair, clad in my velvet blouse and Doc Martens, tending my altar of stones and herbs. But I’ve woven together what I call Norse Wicca—a simple, powerful blend of British Traditional Wicca (BTW) roots with the raw, mythic strength of the Norse traditions. It’s not for rigid hierarchies or large gatherings; it’s crafted for solitaries like me, for couples who share a deep bond, and for casual small groups of friends who meet under the stars without fanfare.

This guide isn’t a rulebook carved in stone. It’s my personal map, inspired by the Wiccan Rede—”An it harm none, do what ye will”—and the Norse Hávamál’s counsel to live wisely and honor the gods. BTW gives it structure: the duality of Goddess and God, the circle casting, the tools of power. But I’ve oriented it toward the lone practitioner, the intimate pair, or a handful of trusted souls, because magic thrives in authenticity, not spectacle. We’ll keep it grounded, like the earth under my boots during a woodland rite. No need for elaborate robes or secret oaths beyond your own heart’s vow. Let’s walk this path together, step by step, with the simplicity of a rune-carved staff and the power of a thunderstorm.

Chapter 1: Foundations – Understanding Norse Wicca

Norse Wicca is my way of honoring the old gods of the North—Odin the Allfather, Freya the Vanir queen, Thor the thunderer—through the lens of Wicca’s modern revival. BTW, as founded by Gardner in the 1950s, emphasizes initiation, polarity (the balance of masculine and feminine energies), and coven work. But in Norse Wicca for solitaries and small circles, we adapt: self-initiation replaces formal rites, and polarity becomes a personal dance, whether alone, with a partner, or in a loose group of 3-5.

At its core, believe in the Divine as dual yet one: the Goddess as the earth-mother Skadi or the seeress Frigg, weaving fate; the God as Odin the wanderer or Frey the fertile lord, bringing growth. The Norse pantheon isn’t distant; they’re allies in the web of Wyrd (fate), much like Wicca’s Lord and Lady. We follow the Wheel of the Year, but infuse it with Norse festivals—Yule as the Wild Hunt, Ostara as Freya’s awakening. Ethics are simple: Harm none, including yourself and the earth. Honor the ancestors, the land spirits (wights), and the runes as tools of insight.

For solitaries: Your practice is your own. No need for approval; the gods see your intent.

For couples: Polarity shines here—masculine and feminine energies in union, like Odin and Frigg’s wisdom shared.

For small groups: Gather casually, perhaps around a fire pit. No high priest/ess; rotate roles or let intuition guide.

Start with a dedication rite: Alone or together, under the full moon, cast a circle (more on that later), invoke the gods, and pledge your path. Use blood from a pricked finger on a rune stone if it feels right—simple, powerful, binding.

Chapter 2: The Sacred Space – Creating Your Altar and Circle

In Norse Wicca, your altar is your hearth, a bridge to Asgard and Midgard. Keep it simple: A wooden table or cloth on the floor, facing north for the earth’s strength.

Essential tools, drawn from BTW but Norse-flavored:

– *Athame (knife)*: A blade for directing energy, etched with runes like Algiz for protection. Use it to cast circles.

– *Wand*: Carved from oak or ash (Yggdrasil’s wood), for invoking gods.

– *Chalice*: A horn or cup for mead/offering, symbolizing the Goddess’s womb.

– *Pentacle*: A wooden disk with a carved pentagram, perhaps ringed by runes, for earth grounding.

– *Cauldron or Bowl*: For scrying or burning herbs, like Freya’s brewing pot.

– *Runes*: A set of 24 Elder Futhark stones or tiles—your oracle, beyond BTW’s tarot.

Add personal touches: Feathers for Odin’s ravens, stones from your local woods, a Thor’s hammer pendant.

For the circle: BTW teaches casting with athame, calling quarters. In Norse Wicca, adapt to the directions as realms—East (Air, elves), South (Fire, Muspelheim), West (Water, Niflheim), North (Earth, Jotunheim). Invoke the gods at center.

Solitary: Walk the circle thrice, whispering runes.

Couple: One casts, the other calls elements—masculine/feminine balance.

Small group: Pass the athame, each adding a rune chant.

Close by thanking, walking widdershins (counterclockwise). Simple ritual: Light a candle, say, “By Odin’s eye and Freya’s grace, this circle opens to time and space.”

Chapter 3: The Gods and Spirits – Who We Honor

Norse Wicca reveres a pantheon alive with stories from the Eddas. No blind worship; build relationships through offerings and meditation.

Key deities:

– *Odin*: Wisdom, poetry, sacrifice. Call for knowledge; offer mead and poetry.

– *Freya*: Love, magic, war. Goddess of seidr (Norse witchcraft); invoke for spells of attraction or protection.

– *Thor*: Strength, protection. Hammer for warding; offer ale and oats.

– *Frigg*: Home, fate. For divination and family magic.

– *Frey*: Fertility, peace. For growth rites.

– *Skadi*: Wilderness, hunt. For solitary strength.

– *Loki*: Change, trickery. Approach cautiously; he teaches flexibility.

Ancestors and wights (land spirits): Leave milk and bread outdoors. In rites, honor them first.

For solitaries: Meditate on one god daily, journaling visions.

Couples: Alternate invocations—her for Goddess, him for God.

Small groups: Share stories round-robin, invoking collectively.

Power comes from reciprocity: Give offerings, receive guidance. Simple prayer: “Odin Allfather, grant me sight; Freya fair, lend your might.”

Chapter 4: Magic and Spellwork – Simple, Powerful Practices

Magic in Norse Wicca is seidr meets Wiccan craft—intent woven with runes, herbs, and will.

Basics from BTW: Raise energy (chanting, dancing), direct it, ground.

Norse twist: Use galdr (rune chanting) for power.

Tools: Runes for divination/spells; herbs like mugwort for visions, oak for strength.

Simple spells:

– *Protection*: Carve Algiz on a stone, bury at thresholds. Chant: “Algiz guard, harm depart.”

– *Love (for couples)*: Bind two runes (Gebo for partnership) with red cord under full moon.

– *Prosperity*: Offer to Frey with seeds; plant them post-rite.

For solitaries: Self-focused, like rune meditation for insight.

Couples: Great Rite symbolic—union of athame and chalice for polarity magic.

Small groups: Circle dance to raise cone of power, then release for shared goal.

Ethics: Threefold law applies—what you send returns. Always with Rede.

Advanced: Seidr trance—sit with staff, journey to realms. Start simple: Breathe deep, visualize Yggdrasil.

Chapter 5: The Wheel of the Year – Norse-Infused Sabbats

Wicca’s eight sabbats, blended with Norse holy days. Celebrate simply: Outdoors if possible, with fire and feast.

– *Yule (Winter Solstice)*: Wild Hunt; honor Odin. Solitary vigil with yule log; couples exchange runes; group storytelling.

– *Imbolc (Feb 1-2)*: Brigid’s fire, Norse as Disablot (ancestors). Cleanse with snowmelt.

– *Ostara (Spring Equinox)*: Freya’s return. Egg rites for fertility.

– *Beltane (May 1)*: Maypole as Yggdrasil; polarity strong for couples.

– *Litha (Summer Solstice)*: Baldr’s light. Bonfire leaps.

– *Lammas (Aug 1)*: First harvest; thank Frey.

– *Mabon (Autumn Equinox)*: Second harvest; honor wights.

– *Samhain (Oct 31)*: Veil thin; ancestor feast, like Alfblot.

Esbats (full moons): Lunar magic, Freya’s domain. Simple: Scry in water, charge tools.

Adapt: Solitaries journal; couples share visions; groups potluck rituals.

Chapter 6: Daily Practice and Growth – Living the Path

Norse Wicca isn’t weekend magic; it’s woven into life.

Daily: Morning rune draw for guidance; evening gratitude to gods.

Meditation: Sit under a tree, breathe with earth’s pulse.

Journal: Track dreams, spells—my black-bound book is my grimoire.

For couples: Shared altars, joint meditations strengthen bonds.

Small groups: Meet monthly, no obligations—casual as a coffee chat, but with runes.

Growth: Self-initiate after a year and a day. Rite: Fast, bathe in herbs, vow to gods in circle.

Challenges: Doubt? Ground with walks. Loneliness? Remember, gods are company.

Chapter 7: Community and Ethics – Beyond the Self

Though solitary-oriented, connection matters. Join pagan meets casually, but guard your energy—I’m introverted, so I choose wisely.

Ethics: Rede first. Respect nature—pick herbs sustainably. Inclusivity: All welcome, no judgment on orientation (though I’m straight, magic is universal).

If forming a small group: No oaths; consent always. Rotate leadership.

Closing Thoughts

This is my guide, seeker—not the only way, but a simple, powerful thread in Wyrd’s tapestry. Walk it with heart open, boots grounded. May Odin grant wisdom, Freya magic, and the earth strength. Blessed be, in the old ways.

With quiet grace,  

Willow Voss  

Janesville, 1992