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notthesomefather · 1 month
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Hávamál 131: hold not in scorn nor mock in thy halls a guest or wandering wight.
Xenophobia has no place in heathenry.
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deadhaven · 11 months
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Have you learned enough yet, Allfather?
(motif designs originally by Jonas Lau Markussen; redraw of this)
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renegade-hierophant · 1 month
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ᚼᚢᛆᚱᛋ ᚦᚢ ᛒᚰᛚ ᚴᛆᚿᚿᛐ ᚴᚢᛂᚧ ᚦᚢ ᚦᛂᚱ ᛒᚰᛚᚢᛁ ᛆᛐ ᚮᚴ ᚵᛂᚠᛆᛐ ᚦᛁᚿᚢᛘ ᚠᛁᛆᚿᛑᚢᛘ ᚠᚱᛁᚧ
Hvars þú bǫl kannt, kveð þú þér bǫlvi at ok gefat þínum fjándum frið.
When you recognize evil, say it is evil and give your enemies no peace.
Hávamál 127
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w-y-r-d · 10 months
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Elds er þörf þeims inn er kominn ok á kné kalinn; matar ok váða er manni þörf þeim er hefir um fjall farit.
- Hávamál
Warmth is indispensable for the one who bustled in audibly shivering with knocking knees; fare and fresh clothing are paramount for one who has travelled across frigid fells.
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ozarkdirtwitch · 4 months
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poeticnorth · 4 months
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"Write Havamal but in haiku meter", I said, "it'll be a fun project".
Well, after writing not even half of the poem into 101 haikus so far, I am seriously regretting my life choices.
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quietmoonwitch · 5 months
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My thought today from The Wanderer's Havamal, Jackson Crawford, trans.
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lionofchaeronea · 5 months
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Cattle die, kinsmen die, the self must also die; I know one thing which never dies: the reputation of each dead man. -"Sayings of the High One (Havamal)" 77, from the Poetic Edda, trans. Carolyne Larrington
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branddmc · 4 months
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Hávamál, Stanza 157:
An eleventh I know, if needs I must lead
To the fight my long-loved friends;
I sing in the shields, and in strength they go
Whole to the field of fight,
Whole from the field of fight,
And whole they come thence home
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I was writing to a friend that the first thunderstorm of the year just began moments ago. Then I scrolled down and saw this immediately after sending the message.
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Remember, the Gods hate Nazis, oppression, and injustice.
"when in peril thou seest thee, confess thee in peril, nor ever give peace to thy foes." -Havamal 126
"rejoice not ever at tidings of ill, but glad let thy soul be in good." -Havamal 127
Stand against ALL injustice, protect the oppressed, and most of all remember to love and care for these people as much as you hate the oppressors, if not love them more than you hate. If you see injustice, fight against it by all means you're capable of. Call it out, defend those who are in danger, give what you're capable of giving, and never stop until all are safe and well.
And with that, free Palestine. Defend Palestinian people. Give what you can, share VERIFIED mutual aid posts and campaigns, and keep speaking up about the genocide, let the victims who survived speak first and foremost, and share the words they say so that others can learn and know what atrocities are being committed, and take action to end this genocide.
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youneedodin · 11 months
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garalord · 6 months
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He reserves his wrath for his enemies
A true friend is like a guardian Angel, always there to watch over you and protect you.
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Where you recognize evil, speak out against it and give no truce to your enemies.
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the-polyam-polytheist · 2 months
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9 years later
(i know that i hung on the tree self-wounded, nine full days, myself to myself.
they did not refresh me with bread nor drink, only IV.) i vaguely recall the slow dream of death: birds fluttering, fluttering, and voices arguing my fate.
i heard one voice diverge: "you still have things to do," or something like that. i forget the exact words− though i've run through the memory so many times.
she said, "you could choose to live, to come into your power, to sing your chains loose. or you could choose endless rest." floating, lingering, vaguely aware of my distant body, and the sensation of choice flooded my being. i held the choice, turned it over, wondered what to do with it.
i said, "if i choose life, would i remain as i am?" and she replied: "you could transform yourself, you could be unalone, you could have joy along with pain."
(i look down, i took back my life, screaming i grabbed it, and then sank back) to hazy consciousness in the ICU.
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the-raven-of-odin · 2 years
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"A man is happy,if he finds praise and friendship within himself.
You can never be sure of where you stand in someone else's heart."
-Óðinn , Hávamál 8
Tr. Dr. Jackson Crawford
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hecatesdelights · 1 month
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I trow I hung on that windy Tree
nine whole days and nights,
stabbed with a spear, offered to Odin,
myself to mine own self given,
high on that Tree of which none hath heard
from what roots it rises to heaven.
- Hávamál
The Words of Odin the High One
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