*Warning – this post contains card images that portray full-frontal male nudity*
Here are the results of my own Divine Masculine Mjolnir spread (which can be found here).
[For anyone unfamiliar with the Mary-El Tarot, the creator Marie White’s card interpretations vary significantly from the established traditions of the Rider-Waite-Smith, Thoth and Marseille, and it is a deck that inspires intuition over wrote-learning, so if the meanings seem a little out there, that’s why!] Continue reading “Exploring the Divine Masculine – Part 2”→
*Trigger warning for mentions of misogyny and assault*
This isn’t the easiest time to talk about this topic and I keep putting it off. Laptop open, fingers poised at the keyboard and…nothing. Nothing that feels quite right. But I know that if I put it off one more day I’ll never get around to it.
With the floodgates opened by the Harvey Weistein revelations, the seemingly never-ending list of abusive men in power revealed, followed by this constant barrage of #metoo, and I’ve spent much of the past few weeks feeling sick and miserable for all of my sisters out there who have been raped, assaulted, abused, harassed, gaslighted, belittled, degraded, silenced, shamed and victimised at the hands of entitled, misogynistic men void of compassion, empathy, respect or even the most basic fundamentals of human decency. I’m hurting. And I’m fucking angry that our culture not only allows silence around abuse to hold for so long, but that it actively fosters it and seeks to humiliate those that break it.
I can’t say any of it has come as a surprise, if anything I’m surprised it is still getting any media airtime. And while every story shared breaks my heart that bit more, leaving my chest tight with a feeling of anger and bewilderment at the cruelty of people, it is almost a relief that they keep coming because each new testimony proves that no, we haven’t been “hysterical”, “delusional” or “overly sensitive” all this time, there really is a big fucking problem with masculinity. Continue reading “The Divine Masculine in a Time of Toxic Masculinity – A Norse Pagan’s Perspective + New Spread”→
* This post is a continuation of a month-long challenge hosted on Tarot Rebels. As I can’t commit to daily draws at the moment, I am following along at my own snail’s pace here. The concept of the challenge is to see the ways in which the energies of the Major Arcana are affecting and manifesting in my life at the moment. *
Third Path Completed: What am I most grateful for this Fall season?
One of the main areas I am currently working on in my Norse pagan path is learning about the spirit mothers and guardians that attend each person and ancestral line, the disir, norns, hamingjur and fylgjur. In Norse lore, the term fylgjur was also used as a name for one’s animal spirits, andthe roles of these creatures and beings often overlapped with one other. (These souls and soul-aspects share some common ground with old Irish folklore of fetches.) Continue reading “Walking the Path of the Major Arcana – The Journey Ends”→
It’s been a while since I wrote anything that isn’t a bit cagey about where I am on my spiritual journey, but the time feels right now as I’m starting to build the confidence to be a bit more open about it.
Although I can’t say I ever felt the inclination to call myself a Buddhist, I was very happy being label-free, studying the Buddha Dharma, reading about Buddhist philosophy and practicing meditation, while leaving the cosmology alone. As a long-time atheist it felt incredibly safe and comfortable because there is no requisite belief in deity, and I had grown up with Buddhist art around me, so there was also a feeling of familiarity. Not to mention, I find mindfulness practices and chanting very soothing. And while I have begun to move in a new direction, I still carry many elements of Buddhist philosophy with me because there is always room for more calm, love, respect and compassion.
I honestly hadn’t really thought about seeking out any gods for my spiritual practice until they just sort of appeared and could not be ignored. I have never before felt the inclination to pray to, honour or worship higher powers, but the pull became almost overwhelming and my comfort zone was swiftly smashed to pieces.
For a number of reasons I’ve been tip-toeing around ‘coming out’ as a follower of the Norse pantheon, firstly because I am still so new to it. Another issue of resistance for me was the stink of white supremacy that follows around Norse revivalism and reconstructionism. Although I must say I have been pleasantly surprised to find a number of friendly and inclusive online groups with a zero-tolerance stance on homophobia, racism and sexism. And while there are still plenty of the hyper-masculine ‘Brosatru’ elements around, they are much easier to avoid than I had first anticipated.
Anyway, it all started during a guided meditation when a couple of items and symbols appeared in significant points of the visualisation. Although I had studied runes and knew a number of myths, these symbols were unfamiliar to me, and after a bit of research I discovered they were all connected to the Norse tradition. After that, I felt a presence with me that I just couldn’t shake, and as I read and researched more it became clearer and clearer that the energy I was registering was undoubtedly Freyja. I’d always had an interest in the Norse myths from an intellectual perspective and I love reading runes, but I’d never felt any sort of calling towards it as a spiritual path. Much of this I have realised is the result of the general misinformation about pre-Christian pan-Germanic religions, not helped by the immense popularity of the Marvel comics and the pervasive focus on the Viking era by dudes who like to go on and on about Odinn and being destined for Valholl.
Once I got to grips with the idea of a deity in some way making itself known to me, I kind of thought that was it. Like, okay, cool, I have a Norse goddess now. But that little opening it seems was all that was needed for more to come pouring in, with Freyja swiftly followed by Freyr, then Thor, now Frigg and Tyr too.
It’s been about six months now since all of this began, and while they aren’t kidding when they call it “the religion with homework” – and everybody seems to think everyone else is doing it wrong – I don’t think I have ever encountered such a personal feeling of rightness, or this unquenchable thirst to be always learning more than I have since the Norse pantheon smacked me in the face with a mystical two-by-four.
Lisa Frideborg of Angelorum recently posted a special spread for this month’s full moon. Luckily the kidlets fell asleep at a reasonable hour so I had a chance to draw my cards in preparation for the full moon tonight. This particular spread is all about personal accountability, opening up to your guides and getting your sh*t together so you can move forward and evolve. As a deck dedicated to the dark creatures of the night with precisely zero fluff, I thought this would be the perfect time to crack out my brand new Tarot of Vampyres by Ian Daniels, with the added lunar energy boost of my new little selenite stick.
Position one starts at the bottom left and the spread works its way up, left to right.
I recently received the stunning Tao Oracle by Ma Deva Padma, the same artist who illustrated the Osho Zen Tarot. I can’t reliably receive post where I live so people coming to visit is usually better than Christmas for me. My dad recently arrived with a modest stash of my purchases (two decks and two books) and my mum, the primary deck mule, bless her heart, will be arriving in a week. A number of these goodies I have been waiting for almost a year to receive, so I’m very exited….and of course it is lovely to catch up with close family too!
About one year ago my family and I moved from the centre of town to my husband’s village on the outskirts of Bethlehem. The village is small and everyone is family (although not all happily related!). The community is comprised of second and first generation permanently settled Bedouins. Although most of their grazing and agricultural lands have been taken away, many families keep their traditions alive by keeping donkeys, goats, chickens, some vegetable crops and trees, like olive and almond. There are quite a few animals roaming around, including wild dogs and cats, snakes, lizards, a large number of crows and much to my surprise, foxes, porcupines and small gazelles.
As someone who has lived predominantly in suburbs and cities, I have learned so much just by observing the land and creatures around me, the seasons are so much more distinctive to me now that I can witness the cycles in more natural surroundings. I feel more connected to the earth and inspired to go out and learn about all of the life, animals, wildflowers and trees in my surroundings, and I am hoping to one day contribute to it by keeping bees.
With all of this wonder of life there also comes the inevitability of death. If you walk around any of the small surrounding fields for long enough, you will happen among many remains of the animals who walked there before. Most that I have found are old, smaller fragments that are difficult to identify.
This blog has been up and running for just over a month now, so I thought it was high time for a little explanation as to my choice of Six Swords as my divination moniker and to share a bit (actually quite a bit) about my spiritual path, as the two are very much interconnected.
This card is the calm after the storm of the fives, the clearing away of tension, static and confusion. It is a time of sadness, but also release, relief and healing. It isn’t the moment of change or transition itself, it is the moment just after we decide to instigate change. It is the realisation that in order to search for truth, we need to let go of what we think we already know, and be brave enough to sail to unknown shores.