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Odin as Shaman

“Then began I to thrive, and wisdom to get, I grew and well I was; Each word led me on to another word, Each deed to another deed.” – Hávamál, Verse 142, Bellows Translation

Odin is a powerful sorcerer, in all the nine worlds there are none such as he who has mastered all the different forms of magic. He uses his two ravens to send out his senses to observe the different realms. He understands the depth of the runes and uses their power to gain more knowledge.

He uses Seidr, magic normally reserved for women, and some would say this makes Odin “un-manly.” However, he does not care what others might say. To Odin power is power. He uses Galdar to chant and sing the various sounds of creation, enacting his will on the different worlds. Finally, to him is reserved secrets of sorcery that no other can comprehend, simply whispered as Odinic Sorcery.

There are many forms of magic, and Odin practices them all. Knowledge is power, but it also has its price. What price would you pay?

If you guys are interested I’ll post some more, I plan to do the whole Havamal, in my own words:

Havamal 1:

Through every gate you pass,

Take in all you see- with class.

For at first it’s hard to know

When you’ve met a friend or foe.

Havamal 17:

A fool with a mouth,

When brought in your house,

And given a good cup,

Spills all his secrets before ever shutting up.

Havamal 38:

Should you ever set down your blade,

You shouldn’t step a step away.

For you never know when on that trip,

I wasn’t actually sure if a bunch of us here had just started using it out of nowhere or if it was a thing, so I did a two second Google check. 

The good news: it is an existing/established word. (Not that there’s anything wrong with coining new words.) 

The less good news: the primary context it comes up in is the Odinic Rite. The Rite is some kind of bullshit invented out of whole cloth and associated with Odinism, which sits in the crappy rotten subsector of heathenry. I mean, I try not to shoot on sight bc I’ve no doubt at all there are people out there calling themselves Odinists simply because it seems like the logical word for “follower of Odin.” But Odinism as a specific thing is definitely well over on the wrong side of the tracks in the hic sunt dracones ie white supremacists and neo-Nazis sense. 

What whisper though the field lily  and lilac hush twixt spring and summer am I to listen to? And will it hear me too?

I, weary thane of thought: relieved to lie in brush. I am encumbered.  I toast my mead to you 'neath sky's composite hues

There was a band of bastards once I'll tell their story now Whose crimes crept tales across the land Until time took them by the hand. The first, the cruelest, thin and sly who steel could never bite but death does dabble finer arts a woman's venom stopped his heart The second - sanguine cheek and hate A fiery red-haired oaf Proudly kept his wounds unclean Until devoured by gangrene The third a soldier, spun from sunsilk and heart of oaken honor but Valkyr left his corpse unkissed felled by arrow in the mist.

The fourth sniffs snot back to his nose his story is unhappy Old faces melt in memory They fade to his senility  The battles by their fathers' names The fame of spear and splinter Of drinking chants of breasts and braggarts Of midnight plots of cloak and dagger Lo, they knew not of the deep They sneered at shifting Time the town salute - "Wassail!" dyed blood into their sails

Time, the hunter of us all The gentle mastermind by tempest, spear, disease, or flame They wound up equal, just the same.

And even I, who sputters now hushed tales to sleeping sparrows hear the clarion call of the horn of white Heimdall.