for Loki, Clever and Cunning You are the fire that burns in Odin’s shadow The stitch holding the worlds together, The whisper ever unquiet igniting dissatisfaction. You keep us from succumbing. You make memory blaze and sear Driving us inevitably back to the Gods Our ancestors forgot. Bright flickering fire To Grimnir’s icey dark The two of You brought the worlds to life (Hoenir granting order and sense) and You will bring it back to life again: restoring what must be restored even if it must be done in blood and fire. May we work with the Gods always, Grant us that, oh clever Roarer*, And never, ever against, No matter how rough and challenging The road may grow. Hail to You, Loki, On this, Woden’s Day.
By G. Krasskova
excerpted from this book.
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You rose up from the primordial grime hand in hand with Your brothers, savage yet determined fury under the light of a cold-bladed moon. You destroyed Your ancestor, ruined Him, the indolent breeder, clotted up his gaping maw silenced his screeching snores and groans that ever rattled the wyrm-like field. You swept it all away and from His bones built anew, a web of worlds- bleak in their youth, rich in their promise, rising and shining in the boughs of the Tree. You made of his screams a symphony, bone beautiful and clean. There was no remorse in You but elation, satisfaction. Let there be no remorse in me either, for the things that I must do in devotion. Hail to You, Loður, Whose blood stained fingers painted our flesh a lively hue. By G. Krasskova Excerpted from this book. Affiliate Advertising Disclosure
July 8 When I paint, I think of You, oh my God. I think of Your skill as craftsman and creator. As Loður with Your Brothers, You brought worlds into being, You changed the balance of creation, and when You and Your Brothers found trees ash and elm, on the border of the holy marsh, You enlivened their existence – gifted to Them by You and Your brothers – with color, heat, with hunger, hungers of all the senses, and an appreciate of beauty. It can lift our souls up to You and the other Powers, if we allow it, if we throw ourselves into its embrace as hungrily as You did the making of our souls. Hail to You, oh Loki, Architect of our hearts, Architect of our being. July 9 Dumezil called you the unquiet thought and I think You are that, and You inspire that, in those who venerate You. Satisfaction leads ever to the next holy task, the next project, the next prayer, the next whisper of devotion. You did more in those moments, after the words were first made than simply gift us with the pumping of our blood, all the beautiful shades of our skin, and the blessing of our sensorium. You did so very much more. You made space in our hearts and filled it with longing for the Gods, for You, love, and longing, a hunger for the Gods as deep and abiding as Your hunger for experience, for knowledge, for movement that ever drives back destruction. Only with Sigyn do You find peace. Only with Her are You truly home. Hail to You, oh wondrous Power. Hail to You, Loki. July 10 Your cleverness got me through very difficult times, oh God. Wit and wonder, wry humor, and a talent for inventing the means for survival, when none at all previously existed saw me through and raised me up. For that, and for so much more, I am grateful. There is not a single thing in my world, not a single thing I treasure, not a single thing of true and abiding goodness and joy (including my relationship with Odin) that did not pass in some way through Your hands. Thank you. They are small words but every atom of my being exhales them every moment of every day in gratitude to You, my gracious and loving God, and my Protector. Hail to You, Loki. July 11 There are days that are exhausting and stressful, irritating, angering, and sometimes just plain bad. Today was one of those days, but even at its worst, and today was just annoying, not the worst by any means, when I sit down to pray, and turn my attention to You, and to the other Gods, then the day is radiant and good for nothing is better than speaking Your holy names a sacred litany, and rooting myself in the grace of Your presence. Hail to You, oh Loki, always.
For Loki – July 6, 2022 Three things I ask of You, my God. That I may always love You, That I may love You well, And that Your name never be absent from my heart. Hail Loki, Who fuels the fire of devotion. For Loki – July 7, 2022 You have never flinched from the cost of Your words and deeds. You paid the cost and in doing so, won glorious gifts for all the Gods. Because of You, Thor has Mjolnir. Because of You, Odin has Gungnir. Because of You, Freyr has Skiðblaðnir. Because of You, Odin has Draupnir. Because of You, Freyr has Gullinbursti. Because of You, Sif of course, has everlasting golden and glorious hair. Because of You, the Treasures of the Gods were brought into being, by Brokk, Eitri, and the Sons of Ivaldi. You suffered for this and more, yet these treasures exist, ever in the hands of the Gods; and these treasures protect the worlds. Hail to You, Loki, now and always.
For Loki on the 4th of July. (wrote yesterday but forgot to post) Hail to You Loki, God of quixotic beauty, God of devotion, best ornament of Sigyn’s Hall, Burden of Her arms, fire of Her heart, God of doing Your duty even when it hurts, of courage and saying what needs to be said, doing what needs to be done, of standing and holding the line against entropy even when the sacrifice for doing so is high. Your name is a blessing on my lips. May I love You better and more deeply every day of my life. Hail Loki. Prayer to Loki for July 5 Thank you, sweet and merciful God, for Your care, Your compassion, for holding me safe, and helping me ford the challenges in my life. I learned perseverance and trust in the Gods at Your knee and for that above all else, I am deeply grateful. Protect me and mine, Loki, this I pray. Grant us Your blessings always, and teach us how to better serve You and all the Gods we love. Hail to You, Loki, My lips rejoice forming the phonemes of Your name.
Yesterday, a friend called you “Kinsman of the Unquiet Thought” and I recall something similar was my mother’s favorite heiti for You. It encapsulates Your sneakiness, and it is not deceit as so many claim, to keep us aware and on our toes. It is a grace, gift, and kindness. Let us ever and always be “unquiet” too, lest complacency smother our devotion. Hail to You, Loki, enemy of Acedia. Hail Hugreynandi Hoenis, Tester of Hoenir, You test us as well, to make us stronger, to make us better, to root us in courage, confidence, and piety. We grow under Your caring hands, whether we would or not; and our worlds expand as the worlds expanded in the beginning of time, under the will of You and Your brothers, and Your capable hands. Hail Holy One.
You, oh God, were the comfort of my youth, my strength in times of weakness, my salvation when I otherwise would have been lost. You held my head above the waters of terror. You sustained me in isolation and poverty. There are no words that I can say; no gift that I lay at Your feet, can ever equal the care and protection that You gave me, all unasked. Ever will I eat the fire You proffer in Your hand, ever will I allow it to polish my heart, to anneal it, to transform it into a gleaming anvil, upon which You may hammer out the contrapunto of Your desire. I will always be grateful for the gifts You have given me; and ever and always will I praise You. I will lay gifts at your feet every day of my life. I will make thousands of offerings, as many as I can, always and ever in joy, and always to You, before my time here is done. Hail Loki, always.
Ten years ago this year, I began celebrating Loki specifically in the month of July. It’s not that there aren’t other feast days for Him during the year, but July for a number of reasons, including the rising of the dog star Sirius, which is associated with Him, is a very potent month for His veneration. For awhile, a number of years actually, I would write a prayer for Loki every day from July 1-31, and I believe I was the first to make this commitment, but the last couple of years I haven’t done that. Instead, I’ve made offerings to Him and done my household devotions and gotten about my devotional life. Today, a friend reminded me that I’d started the July practice in 2012 – maybe even earlier. I’ve honored and loved Loki so long it seems like decades and decades -- and I thought maybe it was time to do this practice again. So here goes. For Loki on July 1 Slyest and most cunning of Gods, Laevisi Loki, Protector of our House, I hail You on this day, when the heat batters down upon us, and auguries of birds whisper tales of Your clever might. Bölvasmiðr, Mischief-maker, better than any other God at stirring up trouble, getting the necessary things accomplished, and shattering the walls we set around ourselves, I pray to You that our thought-worlds may never be small. May our devotion rage like a wildfire through all the many halls and hazy turnings of the world we have created for ourselves, until there is nowhere within our lives You have not been. God of fire and transformation, open us up via Your grace to all the glories the Gods have made. Let us exalt and celebrate all that is Holy and when we are confronted by evil, may it be Your maegen we call upon to see us through. Hail to You, Loki, best-loved and ever honored as every God should be, now and forever.
(Ten years ago today, I gave the opening prayer at a conference held at the “Breaking the Silence: Beginning the Healing” conference held under the auspices of the United Nations Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues and which was a part of their year-long focus on the effects of the Doctrine of Discovery. I was likely the only Heathen there, and I was asked to open the gathering with a prayer to our collective dead. This is the prayer I gave, and while some of the language rings much differently today (to the point that were I writing this prayer today, I would rephrase certain elements to avoid association with the left), the core message stands).
Let us begin our work today by calling upon our ancestors.
Let us call upon the Algonquin, the Wappingers Confederacy, and all other Native peoples who walked this land and whom this land remembers.
Let us begin by calling upon the mothers and fathers, grandmothers and grandfathers of our lines, all the way back to the time our respective peoples began.
Let us begin by reaching into the past, to the strength and wisdom of our forebears, for guidance, as we seek to transform our present.
I call now to our collective ancestors, women and men who laid down their lives, who faced conquest, struggle, potential obliteration, who stood strong and proud so that each of their descendants might have a chance at survival, at life, at continuance. I call to those men and women whose joys and sacrifices, struggles and successes culminated in each one of us sitting here today. Hear us, oh honored dead.
Those of you who came before us, living lives rooted in your own ancestral ways, be with us here today. Be with us as we come together in dialogue and peace. Inspire us that from here, buoyed by the strength of our collective passion, our collective words, our collective insights, we might go forth and transform our oh-so-damaged world. Root us, oh Ancestors, in our respective indigeny. Root us in the knowledge that indigeny is about celebrating the dignity of every living being on the planet; indigeny is about recognizing that we are indisputably connected to the earth, the land, and most of all to each other. Oh ancestors, let our work today honor that awareness with grace.
Our mothers, our fathers, our foremothers, our forefathers all the way back to the time of the beginning are calling us to action. I know you all hear that call. May our warrior ancestors, who never, ever went gently into the good night of conquest, who fought and laid down their lives sometimes en masse for the survival of their traditions, our traditions, be with us, let us call upon them now. Defiant Ones, proud and enduring Ones, men and women both. Give us the strength to reject that which would poison and corrupt our connections to our ancestors, our Holy Powers, this land upon which we live, and each other. Give us the wisdom to know in our bones that sustainability does not come from disconnected governments and avaricious corporations but from the belly of our ancestors and the traditions they called their own, traditions that are our birthright, our inheritance.
Oh Ancestors, give us the courage to confront privilege – our own most of all – to actively engage with ideas and concepts that may be painful, to engage with mindfulness, respect, and authenticity.
Most of all, let us never give up, never surrender, never step back from this fight, no matter what hostility or pressure we might face. We too are warriors in a struggle that has spanned generations. Stand with us, oh our beloved dead. Grant us a measure of your strength. We carry the medicine of our ancestors. Oh Ancestors hear our vow: no one here will be legislated, educated, starved, murdered, shamed out of existence. We will not allow our traditions – whatever those ancestral traditions might be, for here we sit from all corners of the globe united by a common purpose – to be forgotten. We will not allow the land that cradles the bones of our foremothers and forefathers to be devasted. Many things can be lost or taken by the rushing press of dubious progress, or through the violent devastation of conquest, but indigeny is not one of them. It flourishes in each of us. It is in the soil upon which we walk. It is hidden in our skin and blood and bones, in the connection from parent to child to grandchild and beyond. Oh our mothers and fathers, grandmothers and grandfathers, help us stay consciously rooted in that knowledge.
May we hold strong. May our ancestors sustain us.
It will take both sides, living and dead, to right the balance of this world.
May we hold strong and never bow our heads in fear.
We are each our ancestral lines walking. The time is now and I call upon our ancestors: give us ears to hear and eyes to see and the courage to go fearlessly wherever we must go, to do whatever we must do, to protect and heal our broken world.
With the blessing of the ancestors – all of our collective and honored dead – may we be given strength and may we always remember: we do not do this work alone. We are our ancestral lines walking. We come with nations of our ancestors at our back. May they be honored. May they be hailed. May they be remembered. May they inspire us.
My friend Sparrow recently wrote this lovely prayer to our moon God Mani. She was kind enough to give me permission to share it here.
Readers, feel free to share your own prayers to Mani in the comments. I’m prepping for exams and don’t have the mens rea atm to run an agon for Mani, but I promise that once my exams are completed, I will do just that. In the meantime, let’s praise Him with prayers and poems and inspire each other as we do.
Thank you, Sparrow, for sharing this prayer with us.
He Knows Me by Sparrow
You know me in my pain
You know me in my joy
You know me battered and broken
You know me as a conquering Hero
You know me at my worst
You know me at my best
You know my public face
You know the real me
You know my dark Shadow
You know my bright Self
You know my ancient history
You know my unknown future
You know my complexity
You know my simplicity
You know my hard edges
You know my soft places
You know the tears I’ve cried in private
You know the secret longings in my heart
You know me and for that I will be forever grateful
Hail to you Mani!
King of the Night Sky
Protector of Midgard
Friend to our Ancestors
May you forever be praised