It is not your job to be in control of the universe and everything in it. That is not your job. Your job is to live in this universe to the fullest extent of your capabilities–to live, to love, to laugh, and to pass your joy for life and knowledge of the world on to the next generation. That is your job. Don’t you think that’s enough for one human being to handle? With tenderness, Love, Freya.
(As channeled by my dear friend Thenea, here.) This whole poem: Yes, and yes, and yes.
I am Freya
I am War. I am Love.
To me, all is beauty: I behold the terrible majesty of all creation.
I am all beauty: The majesty of the world returns my adoration
I stand before you without judgment.
Holy is the blood of death – beautiful in its completeness
Holy is the blood of birth – beautiful in its potential
Mine is the dance of battle, danced to the beat of harsh-clanging metal
Mine is the dance of sex, danced out rhythmic and sweet, to a song voiced by lovers.
This is who I am.
I am all love, and love all.
Doubt not that I love you, also
The meager of heart have naught but hollow threats to defend their place
The frightened and childish shall storm up and take their baubles home when challenged.
But I am no frail and bitter tyrant, hoarding power without purpose;
I am no voiceless coward who stands before iniquity in silence.
I am Life. I am Death. I am the magic between.
I am Freya
So recently I’ve been pondering about what a given deity would or wouldn’t do if they had the chance to come down to the mortal plane, hop in to a human, and do whatever they wanted for a few hours. (Yes, I know this often happens during various trance possession activities.) This is not about trance so much as about the character of a given deity. What thoughts or missions in regards to humanity are foremost in His or Her minds?
I get a lot of this kind of musing from Thenea’s work on behalf of Hermes. She hammers into me (as much as Hermes apparently hammers it into her) that Hermes is a god of everyone, not just the rich or the interesting or the classy. He wants to make sure everyone is accepted and taken care of, and apparently He works His ass off to do what He can to make this happen. He has a deep love for humanity and wants to make things better for us. He’s what I could call a very “Here and Now” kind of god.
This same kind of thought came up when I read Thorn Mooney’s article on “Forcing Belief”, in which she talks about getting to know Herne by practicing archery. Essentially, her point is, if you want to understand and connect with a god, do what He or She would do. Don’t just sit a meditate about a hunting god like Herne; go out and do some hunting yourself (or do hunting-like things; I think she’s a bit unclear).
Which brings us to Freya. A lot of the discussion I have been involved in about Her with people who work with Her is what She is like (and, therefore, how to be like Her): encouraging and feeding the sides of ourselves that are open; engaging; generous; sexy; commanding; compassionate in regards to warriors and/or the dying; creative; witchy; and/or extremely sensual. So I have some good ideas about how to be “like” Freya, which makes slipping into trance for Her much easier. But, then I thought, “But what would Freya actually do if She could be down here with us and have a body of Her own at Her complete disposal?”
(Most of us who voluntarily trance a deity do so in a some kind of controlled and limited environment. For the most part (not looking at Nea), I think we do not give 100% control of our bodies to a deity and then let that deity drive, make business calls, go shopping, get on airplanes, go on job interviews; and if we do, we generally expect the deity in question to take good care of our bodies and not do anything we’d regret later.)
So, what would a deity do on this mortal plane with a body that has absolutely no limits or repercussions? If the deity could simply materialize and exist, what would He or She do? What would Freya do? My answer, surprisingly enough, is not “round up a bunch of willing people and a plenty of food and have sex all day”. (Though I’m not saying She wouldn’t; I just don’t think that’s all She would do.)
I think Freya’s a bit like Hermes. She and Odin, both actually, as they are the Heathen Recruiters– they are very out and about, interacting with a wide variety of people and entities, and generally just getting all up in humans’ business. And that’s just on a non-corporeal level. If She could be here, working as a human?
Here is what I think She would do.
I think She would wander around. Get caught up in the beauty of sunrises, flowers, homeless people living on the street. Laugh. Cry. Interact with people; interact with people; interact with people. Get them to feel emotions and then share those emotions with Her. (Any emotions; it doesn’t matter which ones.) She would cry their tears with them, feel their joy, revel in their anger and resentment, fly on their hope. Take away their unnecessary grief, if they let Her. Help them understand they they are beautiful and valuable. Comfort them, and take them home, if it was time to go.
I think she would also spend a lot of time with the animals–big and small; pretty and ragged; friendly and aggressive; common and endangered. She would talk with those who run the animal shelter and protection organizations; with zoo keepers and breeders; with those who bait dogs and fight them against each other. Get into these peoples’ heads; make sure that they are treating the animals with humanity.
Above all, I think She would Love. Send so much love out to us, in any way that She could. I think She loves humans just as much as Hermes does. I think that She needs us as much as we need Her. She is a generous gift giver. All we have to do is ask.
A Cara Miscellany.
The calendar you didn’t know you needed…. Happy Hump Day. You’re welcome.
Awake! Awaken your senses! Now is the time to start. Reach out and grab the threads to bind it all together, and start your path! Love, Freya.
A much happier note than the one I got yesterday, which mostly consisted of Freya ranting (something to do with someone trying usurp her power or dominion somehow).
Blessed are the lips of my Lady for She bestows Her kisses on the lonely and lost. Freyja’s golden tears are gifts to the multiverse. Thankful and humbled am I to be in the presence of a woman so generous and great. She has shed tears for me. I offer Her my resilient heart in return so that She may boost Her own strength.
She is the song in my limbs, the joy in my laughter, and the vigor of my grief. Freyja takes the wounds of me and transmutes them to gold. I offer Her my shedded snake scales so that She may remember all of me for always and forever.
May She remain with me for aeons uncounted and into the timelessness.
May we always dance together. Please, dear gods I ask You, may I always dance with Freyja.
O Beloved Goddess, thank You for Your embrace.
And now for some lovely poetry/prayers for Freya, by owanderer.
Above all things, You make me feel
cherished. I am adored by You.
As the waves rush to meet the damp rocks, I love You.
As the sun glints off of a warrior’s breastplate, I love You.
As gold glitters in the moonlight, I love You.
As flowers grow to greet Your brightness, I love You.
In all that I am, You are there.
In all that You are, I follow.
You are Beloved to me, Shining Lady.
May I never leave Your side.
Heal your heart first. The rest will follow. *hugs* Love, Freya.
Trying to get back into my daily practice of connecting with Freya.
It is one of the benefits of living in this time and place in the world’s history–and of my own personal history–that I am blessed with a variety of opinions and voices of people who do what I do, or what I try to do, or what I have done and am now telling you all about. And so, when I need to be nudged about something, I get it, in relatively short order, and from someone I respect. Not that this post was aimed at /me/, but the Gods are multi-taskers, no? And I needed to hear it, anyways.
“If devotion does not simply mean letting gods do whatever they want to you, what does it mean?” — Zeus
This was a writing prompt given to me by Zeus. Of course, the words he chose rubbed me somewhat the wrong way, but you get what you get.
I really hate to write about devotion, for a number of reasons. Firstly, I often feel that by putting my own views forward, I am inherently stepping on toes. I have no right to define ‘devotion’ generally, for people. More than that, I don’t think of myself as being particularly religious. At the same time, I have very strong feelings about what devotionisn’t, and what it should be. I can’t rightly talk about what devotion is. I can only talk about what it isto me.
Devotion, to me, implies active and willing participation in a relationship. I cannot just let Hermes…
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