‘From the Gods to the
earth to usFrom us to the earth to the Gods
A gift looks for a gift
Hail!’
The one thing I miss about living in Ballarat since I moved
here, is the Asatru rituals that a friend named Fred held. Fred ran some
amazing blots and rites, feasts and bonfires in a small town outside Ballarat.
I have never known such a dedicated ritualist and goði who made such an effort
to capture the atmosphere of a viking blót and ritual. His garden and feasting hof was always set up so
nicely. He converted an old shed into a feasting hof and the ambiance while it
was all lit up with candle light was indescribable. We used to make lanterns by
papier mache, or wire and tissue paper, we had banners with runes and symbols
on them, and I carved a Jormundr from aerated concrete, and a papier mache
Gullinbursti (the golden bristled boar). So much effort was put into the
decoration of the feasts and rituals that it helped all attendees transport
into the world of ritual, values, loyalties and a deep respect for the Aesir.
All those who attended were often in wonderment and reverence of the ceremonies.
I had never really ever been to anything like it before, and indeed, have not
since, and I miss them dearly. Fred moved away and as far as I know, has not
hosted anything since. The devotional rites he offered us will never be forgotten – our
memories of these blóts will be in our heads and hearts forever. Well, I really only
can speak for myself! My heart glows a little every time I remember how I felt
at these events, that deep sense of numinous - not only to the Gods, but the
ancestors, heroes, the bloodline, the hearth, the value of family and friends,
the Earth, the Sun, and the connection to the Northern lands of Europe. I saw
fully grown Viking men become very emotional and open their hearts to their
Gods, ancestors and each other. Those present who felt an epiphany during the
rites and blóts, a voice in
their very veins spoke out like never before – for me, it felt as if I finally
knew who I was – with a true Norseman bloodline! I have red hair and am half
English (Yorkshire) so am certain my blood comes from Scandinavia or
thereabouts!
Even I hosted an Ostara once – converting my own old tin
shed into a feasting Hof and named it Khraben Hof (Raven Hall). The ritual was
held by Fred and I – we learned our lines and rehearsed the rite – it was
fantastic! I never have experienced anything like it! We made an effigy and
tied it to a stretcher that I dragged around during ritual – it was a part of
the rite – a spring festival. I was so happy with the result of the rite – Fred
was an excellent priest to work with, he put his heart and soul into those
rites and blóts.
These rites were held in Ballarat for about 6 years, the
final 4 years held in a proper established hof, and often hosted by other
people at other locations.
