As I got up and began my day, I stepped outside and I listened to the birds, I felt the summer sun on my skin. I took a deep breath in and it felt good and I smiled. Life is meant to be lived and enjoyed, out in the fresh air and away from the pettiness and bickering we all too often find a steady supply of on social media. As I prepare for Midsummer at Newgrange Hof, I am made profoundly aware of all the amazing blessings in my life and in our AFA family. We have some of the most amazing folks and as I watch the preparations for all the many Midsummer celebrations from coast to coast and around the world, it is truly powerful to see our holy Gods honored in such a way in 2017. This summer, I encourage everyone of our folk, go outside, look up in awe at the might of the sun and give praise the the holy powers that have created and sustained our people. Celebrate with your family, with your kindred, and with your folk. Sit around fires long into the night raising horns and toasting great deeds and honored ancestors. Go out and DO Asatru, take a break from talking about who is doing it wrong or what divisions we can find. Go outside and rejoice in this amazing Midgard we are blessed to live in and the vibrant and noble community we are a part of in the Asatru Folk Assembly! Sowilo, Mannaz, Wunjo.
Hail the Gods!
Hail the Ancestors!
Hail the AFA!
Perthro, “lot cup” is the mystery of the unfurling future, the rune of orlog and of wyrd being born into reality. We all come into this world with an orlog laid down by our ancestors, for good or for ill, this is where we start. We build our wyrd by our actions, by great deeds we build a bright future for ourselves and our folk. None of us know what the future will bring, peace and abundance or struggle and strife. It is easy to become stressed about the future and to fear the unknown. The great heroes of old however, were marked by facing the future with joy and boldness, testing their luck and the wyrd the had built for themselves. “Lot box is always play and laughter among bold men, where warriors sit in the beer hall, happily together.”, so says the Old English Rune Poem. Do right, build a powerful hamingja and face the future filled with joy and courage. Struggles will come, face them with a confident bearing and let the die be cast. We were built for struggle, struggle is how we win glory, struggle is how heroes are made. Together, let us laugh and raise a horn, ready for whatever the future may hold, proud and bold as the heroes of old.
The Asatru Folk Assembly would like to raise a horn to the the warriors of the United States military who have fought bravely and died nobly for the men next to them. Our Folk have always held those that die in battle as worthy of eternal praise, their names and deeds resound in Valhalla.
Hail the fallen!
I’m pleased to announce our newest apprentice Folkbuilder, Cameron Mottus. Cameron will be folkbuilding in the New Zealand/ Australia region of the AFA. Although he lives in New Zealand he is in Australia on a regular basis and has organized meet-ups in Sydney and Melbourne. I’m really looking forward to seeing the success and growth in this part of the world.
Eihwaz, “Yew” is the powerful mystery of transformation and ascension. Eihwaz represents Yggdrasil, the world tree that orders our cosmos and connects the chthonic to the celestial. Just as our cosmos is likened to a tree, so are each of us. Within us all there is a “world pillar” an axis that connects the primal nature of man with his divine potential. Fathoming the mystery of Eihwaz we learn to delve deep down into our core and to evolve ever upward into the infinite. The Old English Rune Poem says “The yew is a tree with rough bark, hard and fast in the earth, supported by its roots, a guardian of flame and a joy upon an estate.” the Old Norse Rune Poem tells us further more that the “Yew is the greenest of trees in winter; it is wont to crackle when it burns.” Let us be like the eternal yew, evergreen with hope and joy in life’s winters. Let us be thick skinned, solid and rooted in our folk and our identity. Perhaps most of all let us burn hot, passionately reaching ever upwards toward the stars always climbing ever closer toward divinity.