Winter Solstice: Fire Among Ice

 

Seiþberendr.

    A small bed of garlic stalks was laid upon with a pile of lemon verbena stems and bordered with xa'xakw shoots.  A small piece of usnea empowered into aquavit was placed into an intentional southern ignition point then covered with a handful of sweet incense.  Pichimin & shatoot branches were laid as a runic inscription to ask for the balanced insight around justice that stabilizes our protection.  Laid with more incense and the finality of our garden's basil, it was lit upon 9 matches.

Endr danza.

    The wind spoke that the flame turn, where Hyrrokin could speak into it, and we watched our message climb on the thermals.  The runes fell into one another & collaborated to steady a solid fire that bathed us in sweet musk.  A frame drum of maple, goat & elk was beat counter-clockwise against a rhythm set to empower our perseverance.

Gift of Promeþeus, a fennel torch.

    We are troubled to see the extent of collapse capable by human hands and more so to see honest & hard-working people be hypnotized by it's psychology.  We are also honored to see nature responding to it, in any capacity and for whatever purpose it deems most suitable for it's own survival.  By Þursian Will, we lit this torch to carry such burden & respect into anyone who may walk with or parallel to us until Aii Surtr flattens all that we know and Ama Gullueig's fertility may start anew.

Ek kueþjaupp þeira uaettr.

     There is no way to expect what we will actually see, but historical prophecies reveal themselves in an era tangible to us and reflect the reverberation of a chaotic tachyon older than time & bigger than verse.  Listen to the echoes more than you create them.

    Fara fram, knatta þin þeinn uell.

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