#ingvi freyr

[lokavisi]

Ingvi-Freyr, Lord of Life and Creation, God of Gifts and the Mounds; bless our celebrations of sexuality and self-expression. Bless the growth and prosperity of our community, that our gifts to one another usher in a new era of peace for our world. An era in which new love and life can honor our beloved dead who offered us the gift of their efforts, history, and guidance. Hail Freyr!

[ocean-in-my-witchy-soul]

A Prayer for Ingvi-Freyr on Freyfaxi

Hail Ingvi-Freyr, lord of the fields, King of the harvest! The grains bend and bow their heads as You pass. The sweet scent of honey announces You, And the bright growing green is left in Your footprints. You are the deep-sown seed, The shooting stalk, The fertile seed pod, And the bountiful fruit. You are the rich earth from which we are fed, And You give to us the nourishment that keeps us healthy and whole. You are the noble beast who gives their life so that we may survive another day. Today on Your holy day, I offer You my thanks for the blessings you bring into my life and community, For keeping us fed and strong. You watch over our fields and bring us fair weather so that they do not wither, And You watch over our livestock so they come to no harm. Your gifts have shaped our very history and made us who we are. Giver of wealth, Let me grow my own seeds of abundance, prosperity, love, and joy, So that my life may be rich with Your presence. Hail, bright and beautiful king of beasts and crops! Hail to the one who feeds us in body and soul!

(photo attributed to Pixabay, no photographer listed/credited)

[sarenth]

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 70: For Freyr Victorious

If you want to submit a request for a prayer, poem, or song to be written to you privately or to be posted on this blog or my Patreon for a God, Ancestor, or spirit, sign up for the Ansuz and above level here on my Patreon. This request was made by Maleck for Freyr, returning victorious from the Mound. The roads of Hel are known to me Over the Bridge and through forest and field I walk with…

[w-y-r-d]

Hail to the Vanir siblings, they who bring life and love, peace and passion! Hail to Ingvi-Freyr and Vanadís! I thank them for the good fortune brought into my life recently <3

[criticalfai1ure]

van de hoek / de vlinder timeline :

1678 - (january) cyrus holcroft is born

1683 - (august) cornelius smeenk is born

1683 - (november) august van de hoek is born

1688 - (june) yvette van de hoek is born

1693 - august meets cornelius smeenk aboard the ridderschap as the ship's cabin boys

1699 - (november) ingvild vik is born

1701 - maria van de hoek dies

1703 - (spring) august purchases a french frigate and names it de vlinder

1703 - cyrus holcroft marries prudence wembley

1703 - (autumn) august builds a crew and receives his letter of marque from the dutch

1703 - atsuyuki nakamura meets august off the coast of madagascar and joins the crew

1704 - (late winter) cyrus becomes a widower

1704 - (summer) august receives a letter of marque from the english, though he almost solely sails under dutch colors

1705 - cyrus holcroft officially begins courting yvie

1707 - (late winter) hendrik van de hoek dies, leaving august as the head of household and in charge of yvie's dowry

1707 - (spring) cyrus and yvie marry

1707 - (spring) cyrus and august have a falling out, wherein august refuses to give cyrus the dowry he was expecting to receive upon marriage to yvette. cyrus' anger festers into what will become a lifelong grudge

1707 - (december) mina holcroft is born

1708 - fabian de la fuente is convinced to defect from the spanish navy and joins the crew

1708 - (december) newton holcroft is born

1710 - (july) judith holcroft is born

1713 - (late winter/early spring) letters of marque from both the english and dutch are stripped, due in large part to a smear campaign and lies sold to the admiralty by cyrus

1713 - (early spring) a vote is taken and de vlinder turns its bow to piracy

1715 - ingvi convinces august to sign her onto the crew, she is appointed as gunner's mate. they return to ula, norway on a semi-regular basis in part for ingvi to visit with her family but, as the years progress, also for others of the crew to make a life there

1717 - pascal descoteaux is falsely accused of stealing from the household at which he is employed. he proceeds to steal all the silverware he can get his hands on, a few cooking utensils he could not live without, some herbs and spices, and his favoured cooking pot and runs for it, dipping into a pub where he meets fabian and gets swept onto the crew

1720 - 1729 YOU ARE HERE (main verse setting)

1722 - (autumn) de vlinder meets a kraken

1723 - (late summer) de vlinder takes the duchess of hanover hostage. she remains aboard the ship for several months longer than anticipated, fostering a relationship between her and august

1724 - (october) dorothea prentiss is born

1724 - (late autumn) august is arrested in london after visiting and meeting his daughter for the first time

1724 - de vlinder dispatches a small rescue party to break august out of prison. kees convinces ingvi not to kill cyrus when the opportunity is presented to do so with little immediate consequence

1725 - cyrus and his ship, the dolphin, are officially commissioned by the duke of hanover to hunt the pirate captain, august van de hoek

1729 - (late spring) after years of a vicious game of cat and mouse, during which de vlinder constantly outmanoeuvres the dolphin, cyrus manages to surprise august, ambushing the pirates when they are visiting ula. august is arrested, days later followed (rightfully) by ingvi and then swiftly followed (undeservedly) by kees.

1729 - cornelius smeenk is hanged for piracy on the deck of the dolphin

1729 - ingvild vik is keelhauled and then beaten when the keelhauling doesn't kill her. she is brought back to life by the norse god freyr

1729 - cyrus holcroft is killed by august van de hoek in front of the remainders of both of their crews. it does little to assuage the guilt and grief at losing kees

1730 - ingvi and pax are married by august, aboard de vlinder

1732 - (summer) lucas vik pascalsen is born

1732 - atsuyuki nakamura retires from piracy

1734 - dorothea stows away on de vlinder

1739 - with permission, dora stays aboard de vlinder for the sail back to ula. this trip is rife with Things Going Wrong

1741 - august van de hoek retires from piracy and moves in with the dowager duchess and her daughter

[champagneprobllems]

@criticalfai1ure * pax sent : “ kiss me , just once , for luck . ”

Ingvi’s grin is sharp and taunting. “Should I be insulted you think I need luck?” With a godsword on her hip and a golden forelock, there is little luck can do for her that Freyr has not already done. If she lingers in the galley much longer, not even luck would protect her from the punishment for shirking her duties on the gun deck.

She sidles closer. “Besides, I don’t think you can restrain yourself to just once.” She knows her lover too well. She tugs him down to her height and kisses him, hard and fast. With a nip to his lower lip, she pulls away again, quickly out of reach. “You can have another on the other side,” she teases. “Stay safe.” She darts off, but pauses before leaving entirely, turning back to him.

The language is still unfamiliar in her mouth, and her Norwegian accent doesn’t lend itself well, but she knows the attempt is what matters. “Je t’aime.”

[lightdancer1]

The last well-preserved forms of the old Goddess concept were those of the Norse/Germanics, of whom a few shall be discussed:

Along with Melusine, then a broader look at the ideological and real life frameworks of how medieval women actually lived. In this case starting with Freyja, who is a specifically Norse deity with no mirror in continental Germanic practices (aka the ones Charlemagne put to the sword in their last days with the Saxon Wars). As a Goddess Freyja split from the original Frigg who combined both the traits Frigg has with the Norse version (Queen of the Gods, the Goddess of Motherhood and Marriage) with the warlike and sensual aspects of Freyja Vanadis, who is both war-goddess and sex-goddess and rather more bloodthirsty.

In modern neopaganism the Vanir are almost entirely shorn of their associations with state power and warfare in spite of this being attested with the Norse and with Ingvi, who whether or not Freyja existed, Freyr did in that name. To the Norse the gap between Aesir and Vanir was not nearly so wide nor so neat as to be 'war god and fertility god'.

Where Freyja does differ is that She is essentially the feminine equivalent of Odin as the Norse defined her, both of them war-like deities who draw the battle-slain, are steeped in magic and knowledge, and have the Zeus factor.

[too-cool-for-facebook]

A thing I made (and hope I made right)

“Yngvi is a name of the god Freyr, perhaps Freyr's true name, as freyr means 'lord' and has probably evolved from a common invocation of the god.”

Aurboda

Beli

Freyja

Freyr

Gerdr

Gersemi

Gymir

Hnoss

Nerthus

Njord

Odr

Skadi

Thjazi

And don’t even get me started on how Odr might be Odin and in some accounts Skadi and he got married and had lots of kids, because that’s a different tree entirely...

Interesting to note, the Ingaveones would be half Vanir, half Jotunn

[wrath-and-ruin]

Hope everyone has an amazing Jul! (Started a few days ago, shame on me, but it's the thought that counts) May Ingvi Freyr bring love and light into your life for this new year. Skol! 🍻

[ladybrythwensinclair]

Hail Freyr

Hail to the constant lover of Gerða Hail to the keeper of Frith and Peace Hail to the Grain-Lord Bless and walk with us this day

[lokavisi]

Rune Meditations - Fehu

I've been prompted by Odin to meditate on a rune a day until I get through them all (because it probably won't be every day with the holiday traveling about to happen), and I felt like sharing what comes to me during these meditations. Since I started at the beginning, today's was fehu.

I was a little surprised because the word that kept coming to me was "enough." Fehu is associated with abundance, aka more than enough. I had some visions of nature prompted by Frey appear to me. The overall message from Frey/fehu was that in order for there to be an abundance of life, there must first be enough of it. Enough leaves to feed the bugs, bugs to feed birds, birds to feed large cats, etc., etc. the circle of life, right? There has to be enough life to sustain the rest of life, and the ability to have "the rest" is abundance. The ability to harvest a plant or hunt an animal for nourishment requires that we not deplete those resources so that we may harvest or hunt again. We live in a time and culture that encourages rampant consumerism and excess accompanied by a serious lack of care for the environment. When you take more than just enough, you begin to eliminate the possibility of abundance and continued life. When you have and take *enough*, there is still an abundance that remains so that all of life may also have enough. Abundance means enough for *everyone*, not just ourselves or a few or just our species. We must remember that we are but one being of billions on this earth. For one person to have abundance, aka more than enough, does not mean abundance or enough for others. When we seek to cultivate abundance, fehu now reminds me that true abundance comes when we all have enough. When invoking the magic of fehu, I will now ask myself (and I encourage you to do the same if this speaks to you): What can I do to make sure the lives in my immediate surroundings, including myself, have enough? If we can find enough for ourselves, we can work to find enough for others, and vice versa.

[sarenth]

Ingwaz

I am seeds I am planting I am furrow-making I am casting I am new growth I am splicing I am cultivation I am sowing I am wilderness I am Ingvi-Freyr I am the Sacrificed God I am growth I am renewal I am Gerðr I am the Garðr I am the walled garden I am the medicine yard I am increase of the herd I am fertility I am calving I am the vitality of the field I am the vibrancy of…

[broomsick]

“A prayer of thanks for the Vanir

Hail to Njord!

Hail to that gift-giving god

Whose generosity is as boundless as the sea.

God of the coasts and the ocean

A hand to calm the troubled waters.

A peacemaker, an oathkeeper

Hail to Njord!

Hail to Nerthus!

Hail to that hidden goddess

Whose cart and whose cattle

blesses the fields

and helps us all prosper.

Hail the Earth Mother

Hail to Nerthus!

Hail to Freya, lady of love and light

And magic, gold, lust, and death

Hail to Her glowing hall

that welcomes half of the slain—

a well-deserved reward for a life well wrought.

Hail to the Vanadis!

Hail to Freyr, lord of peace and prosperity

Who thaws the land, makes it fertile and lush

Hail to the god who followed his heart

He gave up his weapon and chose love, not war.

Hail to the noble sacrificial king.

Hail to Ingvi-Freyr!

Hail to these gods of pleasure and plenty

Of peace, prosperity, and wisdom!

Hail to all their spouses and children!

Hail to their laughter, hail to their strength

Hail to the joy and hope that they bring us!

Hail to the connections they nurture between us!

Hail to the generous Vanir!”

–C. Freyasdaughter, 2016

[hildshall]

Hild's Hall Rune a Day Project - November 2021

11/1: ᚷ Gebo

11/2: ᚱ Raidho

11/3: ᛞ Dagaz

11/4: ᛁ Isa

11/5: ᚢ Uruz

11/6: ᛃ Jera

11/7: ᚦ Thurisaz

11/8: ᚠ Fehu

11/9: ᛇ Eihwaz

11/10: ᛜ or ᛝ Ingwaz

11/11: ᛒ Berkano/Berkana

11/12: ᛊ or ᛋ Sowlio

11/13: ᚹ Wunjo

11/14: ᚲ Kenaz/Kauna

11/15: ᛚ Laguz

11/16: ᛏ Tiwaz

11/17: ᚺ or ᚻ Hagalaz

11/18: ᛈ Pertho

11/19: ᛖ Ehwaz

11/20: ᛗ Mannaz

11/21: ᚨ Ansuz

11/22: ᛟ Othala/Othila

11/23: ᚾ Nauthiz

11/24: ᛉ Algiz/Elgaz/Elhaz

Summary:

I randomly drew one Elder Futhark rune each day from November 1 through November 24, 2021. Each day, I researched the meaning of runes from a variety of sources, some really wildly out there, some pretty grounded in the actual study of runes as an alphabet vs. uses in magic or associations with esoteric things.

I took this opportunity to learn more for myself, to decide for myself what feels and seems right, so that I can incorporate runes, rune reading, and the symbolism of runes in our home hearth cultus in a deeper and more meaningful way.

I learned a lot about a variety of subjects I wouldn't have considered before the project.

I have a lot MORE to learn, as half my reference works haven't arrived yet via intra-library loan. So I'll be doing more, even if I don't blog about it on the regular.

Initially, the project drew me closer to the deity Freyr/Ing/Ingvi, which surprised me. But a lot of the associations seemed to be related to him in the early part of the project.

Half way through - literally, on day 12 - I woke up in the middle of the night thinking of Odin, and how the Allfather is constantly getting himself into situations in the myths so that he might know more. His apparent hunger for knowledge, which is a never-ending quest... I get that, I really do, and now I feel more connected to Odin than ever I was (which admittedly, wasn't much before now).

As I worked through the project, I came to the opinion that while we absolutely need to keep ourselves grounded in historical definitions and understanding, there's nothing actually wrong with modern innovation and reinterpretation of the runes. Look, the popular Web of Wyrd symbol is modern (there's several versions of that), as is the Vegvisir, and I, for one, use both as meaningful to me. We can't have a living religion defined strictly by what Arch Heathens may or may not have done or thought or believed (and a lot of that is guesswork, anyway). So it is with the runes.

Hence, I call myself "Northern Path Eclectic" versus "Heathen" or "Norse Pagan", although I identify with both terms, to separate myself from those who are trying a faithful reconstruction. It's pretty clear they do NOT want to be associated with someone like me, going by what they say online.

I absolutely recommend, if you have an interest in this subject, a project like this. Even if you aren't interested in runecasting or divination or those subjects at all.

Anyway, I'd love to hear from all y'all out there interested in this topic. Are there interpretations you've experienced that I should know? How do you do runecasting? Do you think this is a valid tool for divination... or is it just an alphabet?

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Hávamál 138-144 (Larrington):

138. I know that I hung on a windswept tree

nine long nights,

wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,

myself to myself,

on that tree of which no man knows

from where its roots run

139. With no bread did they refresh me nor a drink from a horn,

downwards I peered;

I took up the runes, screaming I took them,

then I fell back from there.

140. Nine mighty spells I learnt from the famous son

of Bolthor, Bestla's father,

and I got a drink of the precious mead,

I, soaked from Odrerir.

141. Then I began to quicken and be wise,

and to grow and to prosper;

one word from another word found a word for me,

one deed from another deed found a deed for me.

142. The runes you must find and meaningful letters,

very great letters,

very stiff letters,

which the mighty sage colored

and the huge powers made

and the runemaster of the gods carved out.

143. Odin among the Æsir, and Dain among the elves,

Dvalin among the dwarfs,

Asvid among the giants,

I myself carved out some.

144. Do you know how to carve, do you know how to interpret,

do you know how to color, do you know how to question,

do you know how to ask, do you know how to sacrifice,

do you know how to dispatch, do you know how to slaughter?

[champagneprobllems]

Frustrated at her parents, it wasn’t difficult to talk Ingvi into helping her. She offers one of the maids her size a not-insignificant sum for a dress, and leaves all the trappings of her position behind on their trek into the darker side of London. Still, Dora keeps tight to Ingvi’s side, uncertain. She can handle the vipers of society and the viciousness of her father’s pirates, but this is a different beast.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in these parts?” a man leers, grabbing her arm.

Ingvi’s hand closes around his wrist as she snarls, “She’s with me.” She audibly snaps her teeth together, and the man pales, releasing Dora and stuttering apologies. Ingvi slings an arm around Dora’s shoulders and guides her on, asking with a grin, “I ever tell you of the time I bit a man’s finger off?”

“Multiple times,” Dora answers dryly.

Ingvi laughs, then sobers. “I ever tell you what happened after?”

Dora shakes her head. “Not in detail. Papa and Oom Kees don’t like talking about it.”

“No, I imagine not. It was violent and bloody, and Kees and I almost didn’t walk away from it.” They’re silent in navigating narrow alleys for a few moments. “Do you remember that time we showed up, not long after the Duke died?”

“I was… was I four or five?”

Ingvi shrugs. “Somewhere in there. That’s when it happened.” She jerks her head at a door, seeming jammed between two genuine houses. “Here’s our stop.” She raps sharply on the door, pulls it open at the shout.

“Wait-” Dora gathers her skirts to follow Ingvi through the spindly hall. “Is that all you’re gonna say?”

Ingvi tosses her a crooked smile. “You wanna hear about how I died and my god brought me back?”

Dora stumbles. She wants to accuse Ingvi of lying, but her lies are better crafted than that. “Ingvild-”

“This one is too soft for your usual fare,” the tattooist says, interrupting them. She squints at Dora. “She has a bit of de Hoek about her.”

“There’s a reason for that,” Ingvi says dryly. “She’s here for Vlinder ink.” Ingvi taps the butterfly on her forearm.

“You have what I want?”

Ingvi pulls a leather pouch from the bag on her hip, offering it out. The tattooist takes it, opening it and examining its contents before nodding decisively. “Where are we putting it, hm?”

Ingvi gestures Dora forward. Dora takes the seat the tattooist gestures to. “Inside of my ankle,” she answers decisively.

“Smart,” Ingvi murmurs approvingly. “It’s gonna hurt to put your boots on for a while, though.”

“Then I shall wear slippers wherever possible,” Dora responds as she unlaces her left boot and rolls off her stocking. She has a high pain tolerance, but Ingvi still has to remind her to breathe as the tattooist got to work. “Are you going to finish your story?” Dora demands, voice tight.

“Are you sure you want me to? It involves your sister-in-law’s father and yours, as well as the rest of the crew.”

“Ingvild. Distract me.”

The tattooist snorts.

Ingvi shrugs. “Stop me whenever,” she warns, then goes into the tale – of Holcroft ambushing de Vlinder off the coast of Ula, of the way the Dolphin’s crew provoked them in Havnvertshrus and how one of the Dolphin lost his finger. How she was thrown into the brig of the Dolphin for it, how Kees joined her and August, and of how she was keelhauled.

“Details go a little fuzzy after that,” Ingvi admits, watching the tattooist. “I don’t recommend bleeding to death. It was slow and… cold. Course, it meant when I started losing blood with Lucas’s birth, I knew how far I had to go before the point of no return.”

“I wondered why you only had the one brat,” the tattooist muses.

“What, you think I can’t keep my hands off my dear husband?”

“Why would you want to? He’s French.”

Ingvi gives a crooked grin. “You are not wrong.”

“Okay, I don’t want to hear this part of the story,” Dora interrupts.

Ingvi laughs. “Well, when I was brought back, August had broken free of his shackles and Kees was trying to remember how to breathe. Apparently my beloved threatened Freyr with a butcher’s knife when he came for me, luckily Freyr didn’t strike him down for it.” She laughs, a touch of fondness in it.

“Pascal?” The tattooist asks. “He threatened a god?”

Ingvi hums in assent. “Why do you think I married him?”

“He’s French.”

Ingvi cackles, laughing harder at Dora’s disapproving glare. “I’m sure you can figure the rest of the bloody tale. Freyr gave me my sword, we subdued the Dolphin’s crew, August ended the issue with Holcroft, and when we went back to Ula to stock up, Edda was furious with me.”

“With you?” Dora asks, incredulous. “Thank you,” she says to the tattooist, as she bandages the finished tattoo.

“Happy Birthday, Dottie,” Ingvi says indulgently, handing over some more coins.

“Thanks for the story,” the tattooist says with a grin.

Ingvi leads Dora back out, the younger walking gingerly. “I mean, I died, Dora,” Ingvi continues. “Edda knew as soon as Freyr let the storm blow in. Knew I was back when the storm blew out again.”

“Still, that’s not like it’s your fault,” Dora says sensibly. “Besides, what did she expect? You’re a pirate.”

Ingvi barks out a laugh. “Oh, I wish you could meet Edda now,” She sighs. “I hope you cut her down to size. She could use it.”

“No offense, Ingvi,” Dora says, “But I am terrified of your witch grandmother.”

Ingvi’s laughter echoes down the narrow alleys as they return to Mazie’s townhouse.

[lightdancer1]

Interestingly, lore-wise:

There is at least one view, and it's one with a plurality, if not a majority, among heathens, that Alfar, or the Ljossalfar, to be more pedantic, are where some of the souls of ancestors of lineages go. They undergo apotheosis and become the beings of Alfheim, the Kingdom of Ingvi-Freyr of the Golden Ship.

So Light-Elves are just one of many potential paths for the afterlife (Valhol is for a few, Folkvangr for another few, Thunor's hall would have many who go there, and others would go to other halls of other Aesir and Vanir, and there's....Hel).

The Svartalfar, or the Dwarves, as They are also known, are treacherous unpleasant types that emerged from the intestinal maggots of Ymir. They are forge-masters par excellence, but expose Them to sunlight and They turn to stone.

There is no afterlife connection with the Svartalfar, though.