Wight of the Nine Worlds


I welcome thee free spirit, which thou shalt come with an open heart, open mind and an open soul, for what you are about to read can only be understood by the wise who are eager to learn and to embrace the roots deep and forgotten in the hearts of the free people of Europe, by accepting who you are and where your roots lie, is half way into the great road of life. We will journey unto where our spirit takes us with the knowledge we gained. Learn and teach.

Jólablót Poem


Cold nights finally came
the wind moans outside
the hearth burns in red flame
my spirit goes far and wide

Frozen trees bore no leaf
darkness falls harsh and cold
snowstorms filled with grief
mountains moaned ; forests groaned

Golden halls full of light
merry singing and tales of old
joyful ghosts came through the night
reminding us of our own folk

Wolves howl upon the gale
and ravens took their flight
we lift our spirit with ale
the land withers in icy blight

Candles lit in the room
rain and snow ceased
darkness dwindle in the gloom
our voices were released

Arith Härger

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