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Happy Birthday to the awesome and super-talented artist Valinwhore! Man, have a good one, have a great year, may you have lots of fun, inspiration and may everything you start turn out successful. I love your feisty, clever Mairon, so here’s him with that BIRB he totally made from Melkor’s magic pulsing ore. In his blue robe, of course.

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It's such a simple thing to do, recognizing someone as a person instead of a collection of data, and trust me when I say everyone has stories and comments that will draw grins and giggles. This is where Loki's presence is amplified, in my experience. He saved the gods through Skadi's laughter, and he saves us through our own glee. No matter how dire or bleak a situation seems, if we can crack a smile and see the slightest sliver of humor, we'll survive and come through the other side. This is doubly true if we're able to recognize our own folly and laugh at ourselves. The greatest blessing the Bringer of Gifts bestows is the gift of laughter.

Loki and Sigyn: Lessons On Chaos, Laughter, & Loyalty from the Norse Gods by Lea Svendsen

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I was talking to my friends about this over the weekend and we’ve all come to the agreement that Odin is the husband everyone suspects of murdering the missing girl in every domestic thriller novel ever written.

He is a drunk middle aged man child who hates hearing the word no.

But he still has good qualities. Odin tells great stories and gives good advice, he’s a good strategist, and a fun drinking buddy. He’s a good person to have on your side. If he existed in a domestic thriller novel, Odin would be a grizzled veteran and head of the HMO. He would keep up on current events and neighborhood gossip that he could lord over the neighbors if need be, and he’d turn up at a bar to get drunk and complain about foreign affairs (the Jotnar). He would treat Frigg like a queen and be a middle-range dad.

Sort of strict and impossible to please but he’d make sure his kids have everything.

Meanwhile Frigg would be a super mom, head of the PTA, and make sure that everyone thought Odin was the perfect man and husband.

Loki would absolutely be the neighborhood gossip. He keeps Odin filled in on the neighbors’ dirt but not really in a malicious way. Just because he doesn’t really know when to stop talking. But he also knows all of Odin’s secrets because he knows exactly how quickly Odin will turn on a guy if you piss him off. It’s self-defense.

During the day, Loki is a stay-at-home dad and a house husband. He plays the guitar in a local band. Sometimes when Odin starts droning on about politics, Loki just cuts him off with a joke to change the subject because he just can’t listen to another second of it. Loki tells the best jokes and he’s friends with a million people online from just about everywhere. Sometimes he’ll just take his family and split heading off in a retro Airbus without telling anyone where he’s going. He always comes back with wild stories that no one believes.

Loki has absolutely been in bar fights. It takes a lot to make him snap but when he does he has a monstrous temper. Sometimes when he’s really angry and some idiot at the bar is annoying him, Loki will punch him in the mouth just to shut him up. Sigyn has had to bail him out of jail.

Loki lets his kids watch R-rated films as long as they don’t tell their mom. But of course they do. Sometimes the kids will come home with a note complaining that they were swearing in class and Loki always argues, “It’s just a word. It’s not bad grammar and it’s not like they were wrong anyway.” Cause they usually weren’t because, despite popular belief, Loki does have a rather strong set of morals. He teaches his kids to stand up for the little guy and to fight back, so in situations like this Sigyn has a hard time disagreeing with him.

Loki and Sigyn have an open relationship that everyone thinks is just an excuse for Loki to cheat.

Its not.

Sigyn is a stressed out career mom and Loki isn’t exactly straight as an arrow. He’s been known to visit gay bars and she just wants him to be happy. He takes great care of the kids and treats her well, and it’s not as though she’s never had a side piece either. She’s not as innocent as people seem to think.

Angrboda is Loki’s on-again-off-again girlfriend. Odin doesn’t approve of her. Sigyn gets along with her most of the time. Loki has children with Angrboda and they come over most weekends to hang out with the twins. Hel is a bit of a moody teenager with a sarcastic streak. Loki treats her like a princess. Fenrir likes sports but inherited his father’s temper and Loki isn’t quite sure how to handle him all the time. Jormungandr is the quiet one. He spends a lot of time reading and drawing, and it takes a bit to draw him out of his shell. The twins are toddlers in the midst of their terrible twos.

Angrboda appeals to Loki’s more artistic side. She owns a popular tattoo parlor that Loki had been known to frequent even before they started seeing each other. She also volunteers at a dog kennel. She brings the kids with her because she wants them to know the importance of compassion and caring for animals. She lives in what Odin considers a bad neighborhood, but it’s perfectly nice. She inherited her house from her parents. Most of her furniture is eclectic and secondhand, and sometimes people ask her for decorating advice. She doesn’t have a housekeeper or anything, but it’s always clean and taken care of and the pets and kids are always well fed. Angrboda demands that her kids get perfect grades and they also go to school clean and well behaved.

If she ever hears anyone badmouthing Loki she always makes sure to get to the bottom of it. Cause let’s face it Loki isn’t the most popular guy. If someone is disrespecting her or her family she won’t hesitate to punch them dead in the face. Loki has had to bail her out of jail. Sigyn gets upset when this happens because she worries about the kids and it looks worse if a mother ends up in jail.

And I’m gonna stop here because I really can go on about this forever.

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and sometimes Loki shows up like that

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I really suck at introductions but hello 👋🏻 im scarlett 💓 I'm a brand new Lokean learning as much as i can. Making friends is kinda hard for me because I'm shy. So i just thought I'd pop in and say how are yall and all that jazz.

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New Heathen react!

The High One watching the Realms from his High Place 💨

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and sometimes Loki shows up like that

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One of the things that would benefit Norse Heathenry here in America is English translations of reputable Scandinavian Heathen literature—stories, studies, folklore, everything. What we have access here basically amounts to nothing except for whatever it is people make up to cash in on the viking hype.

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Crystal Knot Magic

Knotting a crystal net is very easy if you are able to use your fingers for this kind of crafting.

They are often called crystal "wraps" and many tutorials can be found on Youtube.

There are many, many ways to make a crystal net. The style you use determines the final appearance. More importantly for us, the style you use determines how many knots there will be, and their size.

We can draw on four common elements of magic: Crystal/mineral correspondences, color correspondences, numerology, and knot magic.

The stone (or other object) is like the battery which holds and radiates power. The object you net should correspond to your core intent.

The color of cord or thread you use can modify or hone your intent. For example, if using clear quartz, the color correspondence might be doing most of the work.

Then again, this spell will work with cotton twine and a river stone, so just do whatever suits you.

The total number of cords you use dictates how many knots total will exist in your spell. Crystal nets are made by tying two strands of cord together. If you use four cords, you will have eight working ends, and therefore you will tie four knots per row. If you have five cords, you will have ten working ends, and you will need to tie five knots per row. I align my numerology to the number of knots, not strands, because the knots themselves are holding the magic.

The knots are used to tie intent and bind power. I create most of my charms in a style that has one big starter knot at the top and one big finishing knot at the bottom. There are tons of ways to utilize knots in this project. The first knot can hold the only intent, while the rest bind powers to support it. Or the intent can be split into its composite parts and each part gets its own knot. Or every single knot can have something unique, or they can all be identical... lots of options.

Conceptually, the inner object is the focal point or battery of the spell. The knots can be understood as tools that the object uses to carry out your will, instructions to guide the object in its work, vessels that carry additional power (like tidepools on a beach), or tangles that capture and bind up unwanted forces.

To perform this sort of magic:

1. Learn how to make the nets first from an arts and crafts perspective :) you can cut the cording off to re-use the same stone later. It is really frustrating to try and do a craft in a ritual headspace if you have to learn the craft simultaneously!

2. Gather up your cording and object to be netted. Do any ritual techniques you prefer to prepare them.

3. Decide how you want your intent to be tied in. Do you want to use the same phrase for each knot? Do you want to chant your intent continuously while you do many knots? Etc.

4. Make the crystal net in your ritual headspace/magic zone. Pour your intent into each knot in whatever methods you choose.

5. I recommend making the final knot of your project into the seal which completes and finishes the amulet ("so mote it be," "as my will it has been done," etc).

6. If you did not raise and direct energy during the spell, ensure the amulet is charged afterwords. Like all amulets and talismans, it requires feeding and repowering as time goes on.

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Me when consuming new media:

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UPG of Sigyn

So, I am reading what I wrote when I first met her, when she was telling me stories.

And I am going to copy paste what I wrote, with a few little tweaks. This is All UPG. I have no academic basis of knowledge, or any support for any of this, except to say that I was Deployed and out in the desert when I wrote it back in 2017. It was very intense, and I feel like I related to Sigyn in a way she didn't expect to ever relate to anyone. Most of the UPG I hear about her is So Beautiful and Happy, but I've not really been a beautiful happy person. I have Trauma, and That is what my soul found in common with hers when we Met. So I guess that's where we started out.

I walked into Loki’s house, to see Sigyn. She said she was glad to see me, and began fussing with broth for us both. I looked at the hearth, and on the mantle-piece, I saw the bowl. It was as big as a small shield, and maybe eight inches deep. Made of Beaten gold, the spiral patterns gleaming in the firelight. It would not be possible for a human to hold this treasure up above their head for long, much less any length of time full of liquid. I admired it, and I assumed Loki must also, the thing glowed like the sun above the fire.

She thanked me for coming, saying that she had learned a thing or two from her husband, and that she had hoped that I didn’t think her some stick in the mud.

I looked at Sigyn as she motioned for me to sit down, and I became certain that she was hiding her emotions. I feared that she didn’t want to see me at all. My relationship with her husband, is very intimate after all. I've hidden my feelings for so long, it’s like I know what it smells like, even in people I don’t know. I sat down beside her and touched her hand, to thank her for having me, and to convey some kind of comfort to her. And then all hell broke loose.

In a second, as sometimes happens with me before interacting with the gods, much was communicated. I touched her hand, and I felt the Scars. I knew that they were from holding the bowl, and that venom, sloshing down over the sides. And I felt that she was Thin. Too thin, like someone who cannot bring themselves to eat. And I felt the wave of exhaustion and depression wash from me to her as her eyes pooled with tears. She wasn’t expecting me to touch, and wasn’t ready. But it was too late. I apologized. I told her, “We can fix it. We can help you.”

Yes. I am aware that that is crazy, What can some crazy girl do to help a Goddess?

She tried to backpedal, and wave it away but taking her hands away to do the waving only showed that the scars trailed down her arms. And the tears had already begun, and now they flowed like a river. I felt incredibly protective… I don’t know how I might have protected a Goddess… But I sure would have put the major smackdown on Anything that would try to hurt her.

I wrapped my arms around Sigyn and she wept into me. She remembered her children, and how she was forced to watch one son rip the other to shreds. Both of them Lost. And what had they ever done? She recalled how Loki was bound, and how she begged to be allowed to go to him. And how he would scream at her to go, begging her to not see him this way, and the worst was him, weeping, about how he did not deserve her love.

I realized that this woman, this goddess was in the throws of what might well be PTSD. At very least, it was massive depression and anxiety. This is what was hiding back there. A demon I recognize, and have an actual idea of how to vanquish.

I moved her to the bed nearby, and she began to tell me her story. An exquisite love story.

She was wedded to Loki when he came, at Odin’s behest, to live among the Aesir. She was very young.

(I believe up to this point, I had only ever heard the "child bride" version of her story)

He took her back to the house he had made for them.

When it closed behind him, he sagged against the door.

Her Heart rose in her throat. Her mouth was dry. It was the moment she’d been dreading.

Except it wasn’t.

He didn’t look Fierce or wicked or any of the things she’d expected.

He looked sick.

And he did not look at her.

The dirt floor of the newly made house was clean, and there was no fire in the hearth. As far as she knew, he’d been living here for months, but there was no evidence of it, save a small pile of straw in the far corner of the room. He hadn’t even touched the bed.

Her eyes narrowed at him.

He sighed. None of this was going at all like he’d imagined. Yes, it made a certain amount of sense for him to marry into Odin’s tribe, in order to ensure that he be accepted among them. But their ceremonies were so formal. And the Bond that he now shared with this woman before him felt meaningless. He was a wild creature, tied by things he honestly didn’t care to give meaning.

He relaxed his control and she gasped at the pile of pelts and feathers that covered him from sight suddenly. Gone were the stately gentleman’s clothing with the red and gold brocade. A coyote skull covered his face and hair. He sank to the floor. She may as well see. It didn’t matter. He had no desire to own this woman. Or anything, for that matter. He was meant to wander the backwaters of men’s hearts. This was all so physical and taxing.

He thought of what Angrboða would do to him when she found out, and he sagged limply.

Sigyn stared at him, and then she inhaled, drew herself up to her full height, and said, “I will make a Fire.” She turned smartly on her heel, still in her wedding dress, went out the back door, and got wood and kindling. She brought it inside, placed it in the hearth, and walked over and got some of the straw out of the corner of the room.

She gave a small shriek when she turned back to the hearth and he was squatted beside it, flame dancing over his outstretched hand. She breathed in again, attempting to recover her dignity, and walked forward with the straw.

Together in silence, they made a fire.

It was strangely intimate.

She warmed herself, and he watched her. He saw her elegant young face, and her honey colored hair. She was fair, and not unpleasing to look upon. And he looked into her, as he did with everyone. He saw her fear, and her Burning Desire to do right by her people. To Honor her Vows. He saw that while the events that had just transpired may have been empty for him, they were the Most Important thing that had EVER happened to this girl. He saw that she was brave, and probably quick with a scram.

He looked at the embers glowing on the edges of the cold logs, and from beneath his mask, he spoke to her.

“I Do Not Own You.” He pushed his power behind the words, to make understanding in her heart.

“You do not own me.” He continued. “I will not force you with sex, even though everyone out there expects it. It is sour in my mouth, and I can’t do or be anything without passion.”

He looked to her as though the words hurt him. And perhaps they did. It was, after all, his manhood called into question.

“I know it is the law with your people, to finish this ritual, and make complete the bond. But I cannot do this thing. So, I am asking you, then, a favor. If we are to do this thing, I need you to Lie.”

Sigyn was incredulous for about three seconds. Her honor, her integrity cried out at him. But then she realized that it was a Huge concession to her. She had been so afraid of him ravaging her. It helped them Both. And She would be the only one to do any reporting to anyone. Her word against all speculation.

It would not be until much later that she understood the huge act of trust that this request was, coming from him.

The knot in her stomach untied.

And in the next hour’s time, they made a Horrible Racket. Like wild beasts as they jumped up and down on the bed, Screaming and laughing. The walls of the house shook as the fire burned down.

They put more logs on, and then took up the caterwauling again. It was much funnier the second time. She Called his name exultantly, sitting by the chimney, as he took his turn springing up and down on the bed. Once he clambered down, gasping for breath, she moaned loudly, and he laughed wickedly.

Anyone who went within a mile of the house at the edge of town that night reported Dutifully that the Marriage Pact was Indeed Fulfilled

And then there were snippets of a soft romance.

She lied to her friends. No one ever suspected.

The day that she looked across the room at him and thought to herself that he wasn’t displeasing to look at.

The day he brought her lilies and flowers from far away, held with a ribbon of sky blue silk.

The conversations they would have by the fire… And the first time he touched her hands with affection, and his face Fell. “You’re Cold.” He said to her. The concern palpable. He looked around his home, which had been more than enough for him, but said “This place is not good enough. I will change it.”

And when she awoke the next morning he had worked all night at paving the walls in white stucco. Re- thatching the roof, cutting Leather to block the drafts from the windows. The house looked like a New building.

He would go away for long journeys… sometimes with Thor, Sometimes not. She learned of his wives in Joutunheim, and of his children.

But he would come back with amazing gifts of gold mail, and the bowl, and hair pieces. He never came back emptyhanded.

Except for the time he walked in with his mouth sewn shut.

She bathed the wounds. She kept the leather soft. He wouldn’t let her take out the stitches, or cut them. She tried twice… And it was the only time he ever hurt her. Grabbing her wrist on the hand holding the knife.

But that moment, something changed between them.

And when he finally got sick of it, and ripped the leather out… she took care of him. And he loved to lay his head on her lap. And when he could finally speak again, she was the first person he spoke to. About going to get her a truly great gift.

That was when he came back with the Yellow Dress, and the glittering gold mesh shawl that was to go over it.

He showed her how he had come by the perfect fit, by transforming in front of her. She had known that he had powers, but he had never used them in her presence. He transformed into almost her likeness… and the dress fit perfectly.

And then he asked her if she would do him the honor of accompanying him to a feast. She felt like all the gold in the universe, and was looked at by everyone with envy.

And still he did not stay a night with her. She was confused, by this time, as to why he never took her to his bed. He made it clear, with his eyes, and his words, which made her feel like she was glowing, that he wanted to.

He began taking her with him on his journeys. Less and less was kept a secret. She met Angerbodda. The Ogress terrified her at first, but she realized that she meant her no harm… and wasn’t jealous. When Loki kissed her goodbye, it was a rough, bodily pawing… and she found herself wishing he would kiss her that way… Or at all.

She went with him to visit his son, Fenrir. This was a Fearsome beast indeed. As big as a mountain. But she walked up to him to pat his nose, beside his great and terrible eye. She was moved to tears that this creature was so bound, and sad, and alone. Loki only watched her, his hands wrapped around his stomach, as he does when he feels helpless.

He took her to visit Jormangundr. The great serpent’s Head rose from the depths, making their little boat rock fiercely. The beast’s tongue slid out of its mouth, scenting her. It sank into the water, eye level with the boat and spoke to her mind. “Greetings, Mother.” Before sliding down into the depths. Loki was ecstatic. “He Likes you!” She felt strange, a mixture of terror and also a warmth, from the acceptance.

And they made a garden. In the summer he would bring her wine and cheese from Midgard, and he would hold her under the night sky. One night, they were both drunk, and he placed her hand on his chest, the tips of her fingers over his heart, which beat quick. “You know, I love you, Sigyn.” And then he held his breath.

“I thought you would never say it.” And she took his hand, and placed it over her heart, and said “I have loved you for years.”

And then they made love. And all bets were off. She began to experience more and more of him.

He had made her fall in love with him. And then he made her absolutely Mad about him.

And she gave him sons. And he was ecstatic again. He loved them. They were perfect.

And many years passed in a state of bliss as her sons grew, and her life was filled with love and gardens and gifts.

And then Loki came to her, grave as death, after an audience with Odin. He could not tell her what had been said, only that No matter what happened, that he would always love her.

And then she cried into me that she couldn’t do it again. To lose all of them.

So the next thing she showed me was what happened immediately after they took Loki Away.

All the sky wept for the death of Balder. The rain streamed down in a torrent, flattening hair and making mud of the ground beside the hot spring. The screams tore themselves from her throat and cracked against sobs. “NOOOOO!” she howled as the hands clutched at her hair, her cloak, her limbs. It took six men to hold her back as she struggled to reach her dying son. He reached for her… His last pleading look with blue eyes full of fear. She could not look away. She reached for him. He had to know that she tried to get to him.

And Vali Tore at him, and those eyes closed forever. Frightened by the movement of the tall, fur-clad gods standing by, he bolted before he could make more a mess of his brother’s corpse. Across the circle from her, Loki was on his knees in the mud, weeping. He would not meet her eye. He was destroyed by this. Undone.

She then fought to get to her husband as they took him to Bind him until the end times. They held her fast, and she fought them with everything she had.

And then they turned away, one by one.

When there was nothing more to be done, and Loki had been bound, and the snake had been set at its place, they carried her away.

“LET GO OF ME! I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG! LET GO OF ME! YOU MURDERING, FORSWORN BASTARDS!”

Finally, hands dropped her. She stood, and Rage flew over her. She struck those who did not move out of her way fast enough. She had never owned a weapon, but she wanted one now as Vengeance sang in her blood mixed with pain and terror and tears. She understood the charges. But something was wrong with all of it… she was so certain that something was false, that this all was a vast conspiracy.

“Don’t you DARE turn from me, Brother of my Husband.”

She stood alone in that bleak place, in front of the Allfather. He looked at her. The face was unreadable, and speculative.

She had thought at first what would come out of her mouth when she opened it would be a reasonable question, it sounded so reasonable inside her mind. Instead what came out was a deafening howl of rage. “WHY!!?!” it rang even through the rain off the rocks.

Odin was unmoved.

“Why did you kill my Sons? Why did you make me WATCH? What did I DO? Did I not obey and Marry him? Did I not perform my duties as a Wife? Where did I fail? WHY am I being Punished?!!?”

“You know our laws forbid Loki’s Death, but also require the death in Recompense for the Loss of Balder’s Life.”

“What about MY LIFE? Am I Nothing to you? Why have I been forsaken? And Vali? What of Him?! He will Die! He knows nothing of being a Wolf! And I will Never Find him in this Blackness!” tears spilled again from her eyes. Her heart was breaking. Shredding again, because she knew she would have to find him, and kill him to give him peace.

He knelt then, to take her hands gently but she pulled them away, eyes wild. “NO! Don’t you Touch me! You Killed My SON! Don’t you DARE touch me!” Something Blacker than the night around them filled her then, and she said, “I HATE YOU. I have never hated Anyone in all my life. But I Hate you now, Allfather. And I think that You put all this into place. I think that YOU are more responsible for the death and pain and … hatred … inside me than anyone else, no matter what my Loki did. I think you Used him, and that you did not care who you had to harm to make your Plan come to fruit. And I Hate you for it.”

Kneeling there in the mud before her as she spat at him, he was silent. He would not meet her eye.

“Your intuition is not wrong.” Was all he said.

“Which could mean Anything.” She stared now, in the direction they had taken Loki. She could hear him screaming over the ridge, and the ground was beginning to shake.

“You have taken everything from me.” She hugged herself, realizing for the first time that she was well and truly alone.

“Go to him.” He said. “Or he will tear the world apart in his suffering.”

She looked at him, right into his one good eye, defiant. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried.”

And then she turned her back on him, and her entire way of life. She vowed she would never return to Asgard, and that she would never look upon the people who had destroyed her family again.

And I HAD a piece i wrote where she went home to get a bow and arrows, and the Bowl, and she went to hunt and kill her son, who was now a wolf, but didn't know how to be a wolf, and would likely Starve to death.

But she came to a place she had been before, the place where Fenrir was bound. And she told him what had happened.

And he told her that his Fetter could only be undone by the Hand of an Aesngr. Which she was. And he told her that he knew the heart of all wolves, and could help her find her son.

So she freed him.

And she rode him through the forest, and they found him. And Fenrir Killed him, so that he would not starve to death in the snow.

And then they parted ways, with her walking back to where Loki was bound.

If I find this writing on one of my devices, I will share it... But I guess synopsis will have to do for now.

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Can you please ask him about Freyr? Stories, experiences, ways of interacting, etc. Thank you!

Okay before I start the answer I am so sorry for being late to answer 🙏

Now onto the answer

Where I live Frey is the god of the harvest, he is the one you venerate and pray to along with Freyja when you want a project to be successful and bring joy. Every spring I leave an offering for them and pray to them for success in all projects.

Where Freyja is the seed that grows Frey is the final plant that you harvest, they both work together in the cycle of life.

Communication with him is fairly simple, pay attention to the state of nature around you. Look for the meaning of the plants that you notice every day, give him permission to use the fields to leave a message and to communicate with you.

He also has domians of fertility and growth, although he has no power over the actual planting (that's Freyjas domain) he's the one that ensures growth along with the field wights and troll. And elves if you want them involved as well.

Outside of field work he's the ruler of nature in general, so the whole mystic veneration of forest spirits and communication with them is his domain. Some say he rules over the giants that fall outside of the Jötun category and forest spirits in general. But that gets into the schematics of what is and isn't an Elven which is another discussion.

If you want a more modern approach and to give offerings I recommend the following stuff

Food offerings:

- anything with wheat in it

- home baked bread

- mead (mead works for every deity)

- apples drizzled with honey

- oatmeal

Non food offerings:

- golden things

- cups or mugs, the more fancy it looks the better

- imagery of wheat, seeds or anything farmer related

- bird related imagery, preferably birds that hunt.

And as always as long as you approach him with good intentions and a pure heart he will almost certainly respond and help you, at its core honoring Frey is about honoring yourself and your growth so do what works for you. If you have any more questions feel free to ask 🍺

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Would anyone be interested in a post about offerings that work for all deities and spirits from a Swedish heathen perspective, as a sort of reference list for altar pieces and offerings to refer to when in a hurry or starting to connect with a deity 🤔

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Can you please ask him about Freyr? Stories, experiences, ways of interacting, etc. Thank you!

Okay before I start the answer I am so sorry for being late to answer 🙏

Now onto the answer

Where I live Frey is the god of the harvest, he is the one you venerate and pray to along with Freyja when you want a project to be successful and bring joy. Every spring I leave an offering for them and pray to them for success in all projects.

Where Freyja is the seed that grows Frey is the final plant that you harvest, they both work together in the cycle of life.

Communication with him is fairly simple, pay attention to the state of nature around you. Look for the meaning of the plants that you notice every day, give him permission to use the fields to leave a message and to communicate with you.

He also has domians of fertility and growth, although he has no power over the actual planting (that's Freyjas domain) he's the one that ensures growth along with the field wights and troll. And elves if you want them involved as well.

Outside of field work he's the ruler of nature in general, so the whole mystic veneration of forest spirits and communication with them is his domain. Some say he rules over the giants that fall outside of the Jötun category and forest spirits in general. But that gets into the schematics of what is and isn't an Elven which is another discussion.

If you want a more modern approach and to give offerings I recommend the following stuff

Food offerings:

- anything with wheat in it

- home baked bread

- mead (mead works for every deity)

- apples drizzled with honey

- oatmeal

Non food offerings:

- golden things

- cups or mugs, the more fancy it looks the better

- imagery of wheat, seeds or anything farmer related

- bird related imagery, preferably birds that hunt.

And as always as long as you approach him with good intentions and a pure heart he will almost certainly respond and help you, at its core honoring Frey is about honoring yourself and your growth so do what works for you. If you have any more questions feel free to ask 🍺

[hymnsforthehymnless]

this song is the highest concentration of big loki energy that exists in our current known universe