Post by maximus on Jun 21, 2010 1:38:31 GMT 10
Hearing I ask of the hallowed folk! Listen with your hearts at every hearth!
As Night follows Day, so has the measure arrived when I speak to the hearts of all kindreds, all tribes, all rooftrees and temple mounts.
I speak from the roots of our Tree .. from the Earth from which sprang the great branches, with its many nourishing springs and wells.
I, Vinland's Volva, have a vision and wish to share with all heathen tribes, with all tribes across Midgard.
As these words spill form my heart, as mead from a horn, the Wights of this world - of land, sea and sky - do suffer and die. Those that walk on land, who swim in sea and fly through sky are threatened.
Nor is this blackness restricted to the Gulf. For as threads upon a loom, so are the currents of fire and wind and water.
Like a horn blast, the call to arms is at hand. Like a troll-shot, all healers must respond.
Earthus is spewing poison from an open wound. A wound inflicted by her own children. Like Aurgelmir before her, Midgard will be transformed by this deed.
Those who are spae-wise and galdrmen, those who are hexen and herb rich, I speak to you to stand together upon the Plains of Idavollr - the Splendid Green Fields - to raise your voice in a single thread to our ancestors.
Staff wise and Stone wise, long have you sang the old songs to our Ancient Mother. Long have you re-remembered her loving ways. Do not cease now but join with others across every hedge to gather our flax, to spin our accord, to weave our purpose so that a healing potion may enter the wound of our Mother.
Pray for all beings that the un-wounding begins. Galdr the wind to calm. Rune the deep currents to still. Jolk the love of mother in her ever-renewing form. Chant the old songs.
And include wisdom for us, her human children, that such assaults may cease and our wisdom shall flourish.
Let every kinsman come. Let every tribe gather. Let all unite their voice - their most heartfelt desire - for healing, for wisdom, for un-wounding.
By staff and stone, by rune and galdr, by cauldron and wand, by sash and paten, by book and candle, by rosary and incense, by flower and water, silence and sound .. unite for this purpose.
Pray Deliberately!
Yngona Desmond
Please share this prayer freely .. with all your relations. No matter the day or night, seek healing for your Earth Mother.
vinlands-volva.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-is-now.html
As Night follows Day, so has the measure arrived when I speak to the hearts of all kindreds, all tribes, all rooftrees and temple mounts.
I speak from the roots of our Tree .. from the Earth from which sprang the great branches, with its many nourishing springs and wells.
I, Vinland's Volva, have a vision and wish to share with all heathen tribes, with all tribes across Midgard.
As these words spill form my heart, as mead from a horn, the Wights of this world - of land, sea and sky - do suffer and die. Those that walk on land, who swim in sea and fly through sky are threatened.
Nor is this blackness restricted to the Gulf. For as threads upon a loom, so are the currents of fire and wind and water.
Like a horn blast, the call to arms is at hand. Like a troll-shot, all healers must respond.
Earthus is spewing poison from an open wound. A wound inflicted by her own children. Like Aurgelmir before her, Midgard will be transformed by this deed.
Those who are spae-wise and galdrmen, those who are hexen and herb rich, I speak to you to stand together upon the Plains of Idavollr - the Splendid Green Fields - to raise your voice in a single thread to our ancestors.
Staff wise and Stone wise, long have you sang the old songs to our Ancient Mother. Long have you re-remembered her loving ways. Do not cease now but join with others across every hedge to gather our flax, to spin our accord, to weave our purpose so that a healing potion may enter the wound of our Mother.
Pray for all beings that the un-wounding begins. Galdr the wind to calm. Rune the deep currents to still. Jolk the love of mother in her ever-renewing form. Chant the old songs.
And include wisdom for us, her human children, that such assaults may cease and our wisdom shall flourish.
Let every kinsman come. Let every tribe gather. Let all unite their voice - their most heartfelt desire - for healing, for wisdom, for un-wounding.
By staff and stone, by rune and galdr, by cauldron and wand, by sash and paten, by book and candle, by rosary and incense, by flower and water, silence and sound .. unite for this purpose.
Pray Deliberately!
Yngona Desmond
Please share this prayer freely .. with all your relations. No matter the day or night, seek healing for your Earth Mother.
vinlands-volva.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-is-now.html