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.



High in the hill there lived a goat
where the stars touch the earth
and the sky lights brought mirth
in the dwellings of the little folk

Whence it came, down the valley
which was blazing in golden light
from houses in gloom of night
searching for scraps to feed the belly

From house to house it went
disguised in clothes made of straw
people gave it something to gnaw
and a piece of wood it lent

The elders made a long red ribbon
from flaps of old worn garments
where wooden pieces and old parchments
were sewed by the women

Upon the goat's neck it was placed
the ribbon with messages to the gods
adorned with runes and colorful knots
to the hill it went as everyone gazed

Dawn came over the horizon
the Yule goat consumed by flame
of Sunna's warm steady claim
the cold valley it will brighten

Arith Härger

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