Red-headed Norse Pagan Witch

Ways of Worshipping Freyja

(Thank you for your patience, I was in the hospital for a while)

- cat, falcon, goose, hawk, pigs, horse, rabbit, cuckoo, oxen, ladybug, swallow and boar imagery

- cat whiskers and flaws (ethically sourced)

- rabbits pelt and rabbits foot (ethically sourced)

- feathers (ethically sourced)

- bones (ethically sourced)

- animal blood (ethically sourced such as: from packaged meat products)

- wear her associated colours (yellow, white, green, red, pink and light blue)

- use colour magick when getting ready (this is the act of wearing coloured clothes associated with what you want out of the day, ie: red = confidence)

- use glamour magick! (This can be done by drawing sigils on the bottom of perfume bottles or drawing sigil and runes with your primer or foundation etc)

- offer her affiliated plants: Almond, Arnica, Bedstraw, Benzoin, Bird Berry, Clover, Cypress, English Daisy, Hemp, Henbane, Holly, Mistletoe, Mugwort, Opium Poppy, Primrose, Rose, and Strawberry

- her associated scents/oils/incense: sandalwood, Myrrh, birch, rose, cedar and cypress

- food offerings such as apples, barley, bread, edible flowers, honey, fresh fruit, chocolate and pork

- drink offerings such as ale and mead

- write or find love poems and read them to her

- adopt or foster cats

- feed stray cats

- involve her in your witchcraft practices (if you practice)

- S3x/s3x magic as an offering

- wear jewellery (particularly in gold if you can)

- listen to girl boss music

- pour your heart into singing, scream them if you want

- listen to love songs

- dance like nobody is watching!

- dedicate a form of divination to her

- study runes and use them to commune with her

- embrace your feminine side, it is powerful (even if you are masculine presenting/identifying)

- learn the phases of the moon

- meditate at night

- grow flowers for the bees!

- dedicate Fridays, especially Friday the 13ths to her! (13 is a sacred number to her)

- set a place for her at the table or burn her candle while you eat

- support pregnant people and pregnant animals

- support victims of SA or DV

- practice self care

- create a self love spell and use it as an aid to work of self love

- honour the dead

- graveyard dirt (ethically sourced)

- clean graves or cleanup graveyards

- research! Go to school, study a new topic, learn more about your favourite things!

- study up on Freyja and the Vanir

- inner child work

- Age regression and caregiving

- learn about blood magick

- write or read smut and romance novels

- be yourself! Authentically you, do not conform to social norms or peoples ideals

- learn self defense ie: going to the gym, taking self defense classes and carrying self defense tools

- her associated gems: Amber, Rose Quartz, Ruby, Citrine, Pink Tourmaline, Emerald, Red Jasper, Jade, Malachite, Moonstone

- have a dedicated scared space/altar for her

- candles of gold, white, red, black, green and silver

- knives/athame and weapons/weapon imagery

- trophies, medals and ribbons or a list of your goals! Even just a checklist of things you want to do that day

- statues of lions

- learn to work through your hard and intense emotions with her, offer your pain, frustration and anger to her

the gods have had chronically ill worshippers for as long as they’ve had worshippers.

the gods have had neurodivergent worshippers for as long as they’ve had worshippers.

if you’re anything like me, the desire to meet and communicate with a new deity might be stunted by the idea of actually, ya know, communicating. whatever the reason (you don’t use divination, cant speak aloud, are afraid of being overheard, can’t meditate easily, etc.), initiating contact with deities can seem intimidating, and might even deter you from following the god or pantheon at all. but rest assured, there are easier and more discreet methods of talking, other than whipping out a dozen tarot decks and chanting pagan prayers

💫Why a Devotional Journal? What Is It?

devotional journals are journals dedicated to a specific deity or pantheon, where you can write messages, prayers, questions, or anything else you’d like to speak with Them about. i like to think of these journals like writing letters to a good friend- except your good friend is also a god!

☀️Beginning a Devotional Journal

depending on personal preference, this can be as intricate or as simple as you please. if you feel inclined to introduce yourself, explain what you’re doing or why you’re keeping a journal, or anything else, then feel free to! when i started mine i kept it as easy as writing “dear Apollo,” in a composition notebook, then explained my reasons and goals for keeping a journal specifically for Him. so honestly? go wild

⚡️What To Put in a Devotional Journal

prayers

Their name written in its orignal language

stories about your day

your relationship goals

tarot spreads for/to Them

song lyrics

poetry

hymns

Their family tree

things like the delphic maxims (hellenic) or 10 commandments (christian)

pressed flowers

printed pictures of what They look like to you

artwork

a list of things you associate with Them

gratitudes

what your altar to Them looks like (or what you wish it could look like)

messages you’ve received from Them

devotional acts

sigils/runes/etc

Their symbols

Their myths and lore

offering ideas

Their sacred animals, plants, cities, etc

famous works about Them

if you can think of anything else to put in a devotion journal, please feel free to add on! no matter how crazily beautiful or inconspicuously simple you make yours, the important thing to remember is your gods appreciate all efforts to strengthen your relationship with Them

A jar spell to empower your passion and motivation to reach for your goals and work on your talents.

You Will Need:

🔥 A Jar with a lid/cork 🔥 Cayenne Pepper Flakes 🔥 Cinnamn 🔥 Basil 🔥 Bay Leaf (crushed) 🔥 Rosemary 🔥 Red Glitter 🔥 Garnet (recommended to use chips) 🔥 Calcite (recommended to use chips) 🔥 Orange Glitter 🔥 Sigil for Passion 🔥 Sigil for Motivation 🔥 Red Candle 🔥 Fire Safe dish/bowl 🔥 Mortar and Pestle  🔥 Red Ribbon, String or Cord Steps:

🔥 Cleanse yourself and your space before beginning spell. Drink black tea or coffee to energize yourself before hand if needed. Prepare yourself however you like

🔥 In your mortar and pestle grind up all of your herbs especially your bay leaf until they are well mixed and fine. While grinding them up focus on your intent to motivate yourself and your passions

🔥 Add them to your jar

🔥 Draw your sigils onto paper, preferably with red ink if you can, and carefully light them on fire using a candle, matches, lighter etc. Place them in the fire safe bowl so they burn down to ash.

🔥 As they burn chant: “The burning strength of fire motivates my heart, motivates my soul, so I shall achieve my goal.”

🔥 Carefully add the ashes to the jar once no more smolders are left. On top of the ash add your crystals before sealing your jar tightly

🔥 Place your candle on top and light it and let it burn down until it properly seals the jar (don’t leave it unsupervised please)

🔥 Snuff or blow out your candle if needed then tie your red ribbon around the jar or the stub of the candle

🔥 Keep the jar in your favorite room or on your desk to help motivate you and keep your passions alive

Just looking for some opinions

Although, i did find this morning that somehow the wax had dripped into the offering bowl. Again, not sure how as they apart enough that it makes me wonder.

If this was a sign, I took it that she wanted an offering. So i cleaned it up and filled it with fresh strawberries drizzled with honey and few pieces of chocolate.

🔮Path Ahead Spread🔮

1. Preparations

2. Where I want to be

3. How to get there

4. What’s in store?

5. Driving force

So heres a little witchy tip i learned from an older witch i know (Shes been practicing for 40 years and this woman is AMAZING). All those stones and crystals that we pack on ourselves and beneath our pillowcases? They have negative affects too.

I found this out the fun way when i started having nightmares despite my no nightmares sachet. When i was telling her about it she asked what was in there and when i said lapis lazuli she stopped me. Turns out, lapis can OVER stimulate your mind and open you up to negative things. ie nightmares!

Sit down, witches young and old.  I have a story to share.

So, in late Summer 2014, I was held at gunpoint and my car was stolen.  Without going into too much detail, I was out at night running errands and two masked men cornered me in the parking lot of my apartment complex.  (The Mister was not with me at the time; he was in the apartment.)  In the trunk of my car was my witchy box, which contained ALL of my most important craft materials including my book of shadows, my tarot, and my most beloved trinkets.  (I had taken it on a witchy retreat the weekend before.)

When they stole my car, they used it in a bank robbery and then ditched the vehicle after use.  I was DEVASTATED.  I couldn’t sleep or eat for days (trauma can be an absolute bitch); I was terrified to go out on my own, even on our porch.  I lost my job because I no longer had a means of transportation.  And to top it off, I ended up having a miscarriage around the same time.

Guys and gals, I went to a very dark place after this.  The police, as helpful as they were, told me that the likelihood of finding the vehicle was slim-to-none.  In fact, it is common in most places (and especially my state) that stolen vehicles are dumped in rivers or ravines, never to be found again.  What made matters worse was that I had JUST PAID THE CAR OFF and SWITCHED MY INSURANCE TO LIABILITY ONLY.  (For you bebes out there that don’t know, this means that your insurance company won’t replace the car if it is stolen.)

For months, I tried to dig myself out of this hole, but I felt like I couldn’t really connect with my craft because I was missing important elements to my spellwork.  Some of the things in that box were passed down for generations in my family.  They were absolutely priceless.  I felt so…lost.

The following May, I was visiting Tulum, Mexico.  A tropical storm was brewing off the shoreline and everyone else was drunk at one of the all-inclusive bar.  I watched from my balcony as surfers took to the turbulent waves and something came over me.  I felt a literal pull in my chest.  Something kept telling me to go to the water.

My family, friends, and the Mister all told me I was crazy when I went to the beach.  There was thunder, the waves were insanely high, and even the experienced surfers were having trouble.  On the lifeguard stands, black flags were posted (one of the signs that swimming is absolutely ill-advised) and for even an experienced competitive swimmer (that’s me!), it would be dangerous. But something told me to get into the water.

Nothing could have prepared me for the power of the ocean.  It pulled me when I resisted; it dragged against every limb and I became frightened.  But instead of thinking about the fact that I could possibly drown, I kept replaying those guys and their guns pointed at me, one shoved into my forehead.  I became angry; I kicked harder, pushed myself further until I felt the sand at my toes again.

I was crying and so angry.  I stood still in the water and called out into the wind.  I beat my fists against the surface of the sea (I probably looked insane, but no one was out there) and felt all of my pain seep away.  I begged the water for one thing: even if the car didn’t run, could my precious things be returned to me.  I bartered with the sea.

The sea giveth and the sea taketh away, as they say.  All of the hurt and terror and anguish I had felt over the previous year disappeared.  I was embraced by the water and somewhere so very deep inside me, I knew everything would be okay.  There was finally a sense of calm and clarity inside me, replacing the tumultuous emotions I had been feeling.

The morning we left, after the storms had passed, I went back to that secluded part of the beach and promised that I would dedicate my life to helping witches around me.  I had never made a promise like that in my life.

A month after that, the state police found my car.  It wasn’t in working condition at all, but everything remained intact in the trunk.  They brought it to my parents’ house and I rushed outside.  I sobbed when my dad opened the trunk and saw the box waiting, looking the exact same way it did the night the car was stolen.  Everything was in it, untouched by the elements.  (Eventually, I repaired the car enough for it to run another two-and-half-years, too!)