Keeping it Simple: A Vanic home cleansing
As I write this post, the atmosphere is one of peace. The lights are dim, candles flicker, and simmering herbs scent the air with hints of sage and mint. I decided I must write this post now, as both a communication as well as a personal record.
The best types of magic, in my experience, are those which are unplanned. Spawned by growing need, not knowing why, a thought forms in the mind. An idea which addresses our needs. It takes shape in our mind. We think of what is on hand and realize that the simple ingredients we call mundane, are indeed as full of energy as we ourselves are.
I have felt a sense of disquiet lately. There are many reasons for this, a stressful year, recovery from surgery, releasing the pressures of constant mental activity during the short summer break from my studies. Being a mother and facing the pain of my daughter's start in this life, and hardest of all, missing the one man left in this world who has the power to make me feel secure.
Not to mention the constant flux of wights and ancestors which pass through these walls, known and unknown, increasing over the months until I feel the house itself is bursting with a thousand disembodied thoughts. The need to cleanse, to purge, to feel a sense of peace once more.
A simple thought transforms into an idea. The mind searches for the physical tools at hand. Fire and Water, Niflheim and Muspelheim, the most basic of elements at hand in nearly every modern home. Herbs possessing their own life force waiting to be awakened, tucked into dark boxes, growing ready in planters. A bit of special oil, rich in expense and purity, ready as a gift to the Vana Gods. All these things forming into an intuitive form of magic.
Then I find myself gathering all these things from their homes, combining them. I give my offerings, the words flow from my mind and onto the page, into the universe. Water and herbs simmer in a small bowl above the tea light lantern. And soon bits of scent and steam rise and permute the very air. I feel that disquiet moving, shuffling, and leaving this place. Quiet and Peace descends as I give a silent mantra to the herbs, beings of earth which for me possess an energy and power that is comparable to my own.
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The best types of magic, in my experience, are those which are unplanned. Spawned by growing need, not knowing why, a thought forms in the mind. An idea which addresses our needs. It takes shape in our mind. We think of what is on hand and realize that the simple ingredients we call mundane, are indeed as full of energy as we ourselves are.
I have felt a sense of disquiet lately. There are many reasons for this, a stressful year, recovery from surgery, releasing the pressures of constant mental activity during the short summer break from my studies. Being a mother and facing the pain of my daughter's start in this life, and hardest of all, missing the one man left in this world who has the power to make me feel secure.
Not to mention the constant flux of wights and ancestors which pass through these walls, known and unknown, increasing over the months until I feel the house itself is bursting with a thousand disembodied thoughts. The need to cleanse, to purge, to feel a sense of peace once more.
A simple thought transforms into an idea. The mind searches for the physical tools at hand. Fire and Water, Niflheim and Muspelheim, the most basic of elements at hand in nearly every modern home. Herbs possessing their own life force waiting to be awakened, tucked into dark boxes, growing ready in planters. A bit of special oil, rich in expense and purity, ready as a gift to the Vana Gods. All these things forming into an intuitive form of magic.
Then I find myself gathering all these things from their homes, combining them. I give my offerings, the words flow from my mind and onto the page, into the universe. Water and herbs simmer in a small bowl above the tea light lantern. And soon bits of scent and steam rise and permute the very air. I feel that disquiet moving, shuffling, and leaving this place. Quiet and Peace descends as I give a silent mantra to the herbs, beings of earth which for me possess an energy and power that is comparable to my own.
Herbs, Herbs
Work Your Might,
Cool of Water
Fire Bright
There are some who might say my ways are Wiccan, but this is not true. My beliefs are deeply rooted in the earth, and my ways deeply dedicated to the spirits of Vanahome. I am no Wiccan, but I am a witch. A witch who like those of millenia past worked simple magic on simple means, to make their lives easier, and their loves stronger, in honor of the Gods.
In Frith
Cena
Love the altar pic Cena. Are you smudging because of the lil girl you say in your house? Or are there other negativities at play?
ReplyDeleteBrenda, I was doing so for many reasons. It was a cleansing geared as much toward myself (psychic protection) as well as cleansing out a few different energies in my home. It is not something I talk about much, as I am not entirely comfortable with it myself, but I am often visited I guess you could say by a variety of wights.
ReplyDeleteKinda scary imo. :) I hope it works and your lil buddies stay outside the house.
DeleteScary? Not really, I haven't had any truly scary encounters. It is just that since I have sort of an "open house" policy there (for any which do not wish harm of course),it gets a little crowded about once a year and the energy feels very muddled. I do this type of cleansing about once a year just to clean any energies out. I hope that makes sense.
DeleteOk, so no "bad" lil ones. That's what I'd be worried about. :) I welcome all happy and pleasant spirits and what not, but keep the michievious ones out. hehe
DeleteThis is my first visit here, and I am drawn to your simple-ness. Can you tell me what VANATRU, VANIC, and VANA are??
ReplyDeleteThank you and blessings upon you,
Susan
The Vanir are earth associated Gods of the Norse pantheon. There are too groups of Gods, the Aesir and Vanir. Some view them as one group and other (such as myself) view them as separate. The term Vanatru is what we call this particular heathen tradition, meaning true to the Vanir. It is similar to Asatru heathen traditions, yet a bit more earth focused and less reconstructionist oriented.
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