SIG This
is a short form version of the Old English word "sigel" which is the
sun. "Sig" is actually the germanic word for "victory", but in this
sense I use it as short for Sigel: the sun. The original reconstructed
germanic name of this rune is "Sowilho", which is the Roman "S". The "S"
Rune to me has always been considered the primal fire, or the root of
Chaos, for that's what exactly the sun is on a physical (primal ball of
fire) level and a spiritual one where it represents the logos and
initiator of life for the particular galaxy it created. The loss of the
sun, or its explosion as a supernova, would of course destroy all that
is, at least for our solar system. It can be the creator or destroyer,
something that we must mirror in ourselves to break free of the natural
ordering of the universe. The energy released from a supernova as a star
dies (or at least is transformed into something 'else') contains the
only source of certain primal elements that feed new star systems as
they coalesce. So you see, what we consider Chaos is not only an
entropic destructive force but also a powerful creative force that
transgresses the boundaries of an ordered universe.
AR In
the Scandinavian runes, AR mean "year", or more specifically a "good
year". This rune represents the culmination of a successful year in the
symbol of the harvest. It is the completion of a cycle. In the Elder
Germanic Futhark of 24 runes, this is the middle 12th rune (Jera). In
this respect, it represents "balance" in the universe when the struggle
of Chaos and Order are even in power resulting in the perfect time (the
"good year") for physical and spiritual evolution. This is a symbol of
Midgard or "Middle Earth". This is the middle of the worlds between the
higher spiritual realms and the lower chthonic realms. In Northern
mythology, it was the place sought after most of all by gods and men. In
contrast to salvation-based religions such as Christianity, or
spiritually negative ones such as Buddhism where Earth is considered
evil and release from earthly physical bonds are desired, the physical
centre of the Universe is considered to be the most important realm for
spiritual evolution. The Norse gods did not laze around in some
pointless heavenly abode where nothing happens. This leads to spiritual
and physical decay and eventual dissolution of the soul itself into the
organic universe. The gods recognized that this realm provides the most
opportunity for evolution and would play out their adventures in life,
love, war, and death in this realm to become more powerful in the next.
This is why Midgard is considered the "crucible" of initiation.
TYR Tyr
is actually the original "sky-god" and most powerful of the Northern
pantheon before being supplanted by Odin. The older Germanic form of his
name, Tiwaz, is related to Zeus (the leader of the Greek pantheon) and
Jupiter (Dyaus Pitar). These are the names which are derived from
"dieus", the Indo-European word for "god". So the basic root word for a
god is that of Tyr. One of Odin's many names is that of Sigtyr (God of
Victory). The English day of the week, Tuesday, is derived from Tyr,
which in French is Mardi (Mars, Roman god of war). Odin and Tyr are both
related to war and death, but where Odin's objectives are chaotic,
destructive, and bend the balance towards entropy, Tyr's battles are
based on tipping the cosmic balance towards law and order. Tyr
represents the concept of sovereign power based on justice. His name is
related to the "Thing" the people's legislative assembly in olden
Germanic times where they would mete out law and justice for their
community. (Tuesday in German is called Dienstag "Assembly day"). As
such, Tyr in some ways is the polar opposite of what "SIG" represents.
It is like "ice" because it is like a permanent concept frozen in time,
an eternal law that always was and always will be. But it is not "ice"
of the natural universe (as represented by Isa), it is something beyond
the natural universe that causes it to be ordered as it is. It is also
interesting to note that the ancient Northmen associated the pole star
with Tyr. In this form, Tyr is the immovable centre, the axis of the
world, and the balance on which it revolves.
Together the terms
SIG:AR:TYR strung together become a formula illustrating the forces of
chaos, balance, and order. Their interweaving manifest in our existence
as a physical creature, brought into being in an ordered Universe, where
the chaos of our souls yearn to birth, live, and die, to further its
power and evolution.
A Pagan Poem is a tone poem for orchestra composed in 1906 by Charles Martin Loeffler. Originally scored for piano, woodwinds, violin, and contrabass, the work was soon rescored for two pianos and three trumpets. The final version, which in addition to traditional forces included piano obbligato, solo English horn, and three solo trumpets, was introduced on November 23, 1907 by the Boston Symphony under the direction of Karl Muck.
Loeffler derived his inspiration for the work from the eighth eclogue of Virgil, in which a maiden of Thessaly
uses magic to revive her lover's ardor once he has deserted her. Rather
than follow the program literally, the composer chose to depict moods
and feelings suggested by the text. The trumpets are used offstage,
first against a background of piano and timpani and next as chromatic accompaniment to a declamation from the English horn.
Father who are in the sky
Hold thy hand above me
Mighty is the raging waves
On which I ride
Mother who awaits me ashore
Let your golden hair down
It will shine and guide me
Through the (raging) storm
Heading north after long a journey
We have sailed for so very long
Heavy seas endless sky above us Heading north going home
Brother who fell in foreign land
Blessed thy soul a warriors
Living on through your sword
Now in my hand
Sister who for my return sings
Shed no more tears for my well
I can hear your voice clear now
In the wind
Heading north after long a journey
We have sailed for so very long
Heavy seas endless sky above us Heading north going home
Heading north after long a journey
We have sailed for so very long
Heavy seas endless sky above us Heading north going home
Heading north after long a journey
We have sailed for so very long
Heavy seas endless sky above us Heading north going home
Heading north after long a journey
We have sailed for so very long
Heavy seas endless sky above us Heading north going home
Δόξα στον Μονόφθαλμο Μεγάλο Πατέρα μας! Hail to our One-Eyed AllFather!
"And so it comes to this
And thus are we undone..."
The foundations of our fathers' truths
Eroded by the cruelties of fate
Thus enslaved wear their yoke like a crown
And their dishonour like the finest jewel
The profane usurps the sacred
The sacred defiled as profane
Unquestioning blindness proclaimed to be sight
The denial of death and the sourging of life
And so it comes to this
But thus are we undone?
The Curse on ruinous currents ascends
Born by winds we dare not name
Its corruption taints all in its wake
Its ravenous shadow enshrouding the earth
Where is our courage?
Wherefore is our pride?
When good men do nothing
Whilst tyrants scar the skies
The lonely forest whispers
An oaken eulogy
A battlecry for those who stand
Before this poisoned tide
Against the Eye that glares incandescent
And those who conspire that great deeds fail
Our banners crack and flutter in forewarning
The threatening promise of tempests to come
Hearken to me!
Seek not for Gods to break our chains
Seek strength and will to break the chains ourselves
Seek for the essence of the wind's true name
That we might command our fate once more!
It's the sacred fire cross
Woven in the belts of priests
It’s the sign of God Pērkons
That adorns the banner of ours
The banner under whom we are born and we die
The banner by which we are standing with arms in our hands
We stand together as one
For the land of our fathers
We're not gonna bend
We can only be killed
There' no other way
To call yourself a Semigallian warrior
If you are not ready to spill your blood
And let it flow through this land
The sacred fire cross
Let its fire burn in our hearts
You're not allowed to tremble
When brother falls killed by your side
Don't cry or pray when the enemy's slashing
What the sons yet unborn then will judge about you
Will it be worth to be born on this ground
But now my heart shivers in pride
When I’m standing on the forefathers' land
Their blood has not been spilled in vain -
The fire cross still flames in our banner!
Στο Όνομα και προς Τίμηση του Μέγα Τεχνίτη, του Λιγομίλητου Θεού μας
Ηφαίστου, προετοιμάζουμε και καθαρίζουμε την Επιβώμια οικιακή Εστία μας
και τους Τελετουργικούς Πυρσούς μας, ώστε να ανάψουμε το αναγκαίο Φως
που θα μας συντροφεύει καθώς θα οδεύουμε στο βαθύ σκοτάδι του χειμώνα
έως το Χειμερινό Ηλιοστάσιο.
In the name and Honoring of the Great Crafts Master, our God Hephaestus,
we prepare and clean the fireplace of our household Altar and our ritual
Torches to light the necessary Flame that will accompany us as we are
heading, into the deep darkness of winter, towards the Winter Solstice.
