The Blot

The Blot

Copyright (C) 1991, 1992 Lewis Stead

Edited by Scott Mohnkern, 2007.

The Blot is the most common ritual within Asatru. In its simplest form a blot is making a sacrifice to the Gods. In the old days this was done by feasting on an animal consecrated to the Gods and then slaughtered. (The word blot itself is related to the Norse words for “blood” and “sacrifice.”) As we are no longer farmers and our needs are simpler today, the most common blot is an offering of mead or other alcoholic beverage to the deities.

Many modern folk will be suspicious of a ritual such as this. Rituals such as the blot have been falsely interpreted by post-Pagan sources in order to denigrate the ritual or trivialize it. The most common myth about ritual sacrifice is that one is buying off a deity e.g. one throws a virgin into the Volcano so it won’t erupt. Nothing could be further from the truth. In Asatru it is believed that we are not only the worshippers of the Gods but that we are physically related to them. The Eddas tell of a God, Rig, who went to various farmsteads and fathered the human race so we are physically kin to the Gods. On a more esoteric level, humankind is gifted with “ond” or the gift of ecstasy. Ond is a force that is of the Gods. It is everything that makes humans different from the other creatures of the world. As creatures with this gift, we are immediately connected to the Gods, we are part of their tribe, their kin. Thus we are not simply buying off the Gods by offering them something that they want, but we are sharing with the Gods something that we all take joy in. Sharing and gift giving was an incredibly important part of Norse culture (and of most ancient cultures) and had magical significance. Giving a gift was a sign of friendship, kinship, and connection. By sharing a blot with the Gods we reaffirm our connection to them and thus reawaken their powers within us and their watchfulness over our world.

A blot can be a simple affair where a horn of mead is consecrated to the Gods and then poured as a libation, or it can be a part of a larger ritual. A good comparison is the Catholic Mass which may be part of a regular service or special event such as a wedding or funeral, or it may be done as a purely magical-religious practice without any sermon, hymns, or other trappings.

The blot consists of three parts, the hallowing or consecrating of the offering, the sharing of the offering, and the libation. Each of these is equally important. The only tools required are mead, beer or juice, a horn or chalice, a sprig of evergreen used to sprinkle the mead, and a ceremonial bowl known as a Hlautbowl into which the initial libation will be made.

The blot begins with the consecration of the offering. The Gothi (Priest) or Gythia (Priestess) officiating at the blot invokes the God or Goddess being honored. This is usually accomplished by a spoken declaration with ones arms being held above ones head in a Y shape, in imitation of the rune elhaz. This posture is used for most invocations and prayers throughout Asatru. After the spoken invocation an appropriate rune or other symbol of the God or Goddess may be drawn in the air with the finger or with the staff. Once the God is invoked, the Gothi takes up the horn. His assistant pours mead from the bottle into the horn. The Gothi then traces the hammer sign (an upside down T) over the horn as a blessing and holds it above his head offering it to the Gods. He then speaks a request that the God or Goddess bless the offering and accept it as a sacrifice. At least one will feel the presence of the deity; at best one will be able to feel in some inner way the God taking of the mead and drinking it.

The mead is now not only blessed with divine power but has passed the lips of the God or Goddess. The Gothi then takes a drink of the horn and it is passed around the gathered folk. Although it sounds like a very simple thing, it can be a very powerful experience. At this point the mead is no longer simply a drink but is imbued with the blessing and power of the God or Goddess being honored. When one drinks, one is taking that power into ones self. After the horn has made the rounds once, the Gothi again drinks from the horn and then empties the remainder into the hlautbowl. The Gothi then takes up the evergreen sprig and his assistant the hlautbowl and the Gothi sprinkles the mead around the circle or temple or onto the altar. If there are a great number of the folk gathered, one may wish to drop the drinking and merely sprinkle the various folk with the mead as a way of sharing it. In a small group one might merely drink as the blessing.

When this is done the Hlautbowl is taken by the Gothi and poured out onto the ground. This is done as an offering not only to the God invoked at the blot, but it is also traditional to remember the Earth Mother at this time, since it is being poured onto her ground. Many invocations mention the God, Goddess, or spirit being sacrificed to, and then Mother Earth, as in the Sigrdrifa Prayer “Hail to the Gods and to the Goddesses as well; Hail Earth that gives to all men.” (Sigrdrifumal 3) With this action, the blot is ended.

Obviously this is a very sparse ritual and if performed alone could be completed in only a few minutes. This is as it should be, for blots are often poured not because it is a time of gathering or festivity for the folk, but because the blot must be poured in honor or petition of a God or Goddess on their holiday or some other important occasion. For example, a father tending his sick child might pour a blot to Eir the Goddess of healing. Obviously he doesn’t have time to waste on the “trappings” of ritual. The intent is to make an offering to the Goddess as quickly as possible. At some times a full celebration might not be made of a holiday because of a persons hectic schedule, but at the least a blot should be made to mark the occasion. However, in most cases a blot will at least be accompanied by a statement of intent at the beginning and some sort of conclusion at the end. It might also be interspersed with or done at the conclusion of ritual theater or magic. Our kindred, for example, begins the ritual with a chant of “Odin, Vili, Ve” which connects us to the Gods of creation. Between the invocation of the God or Goddess and the actual Blot we usually add a meditation or something else which acts as a focus of the ritual. Once, for example, we made mead in the middle of a ritual to Aegir. As part of our blot we also pass the horn three times. The first time around is a taking in of the power of the charged mead and all offer a toast to the God(s) of the occasion. The second and third rounds are open to toasts to other Gods, toasts to the kindred, the hosts, to pledges, boasting and anything else on wishes to say. It is essentially a “mini sumble” in the middle of our blot. Always of course, we remember the purpose of our ritual. We would never toast one of the Jotnar during a ritual to Thor for example. We have also added a few steps at the end which are a private affirmation of our groups kinship with each other and with the Gods.

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Eir Blot

Santification

Eir is, a goddess of the Æsir who is called ‘best of physicians’ in the Edda. Eir is also counted among the Valkyries, connecting her to the ability to ‘choose the slain’ and awaken the dead. She is skilled at all kinds of healing, particularly herbcraft, and was even capable of resurrection.

She is one of the goddesses on the mountain Lyfia (“to heal through magic”). She was also good friends with Frigg and is listed as one of her twelve handmaidens. Eir is also the name of one of the nine maidens who serve the giantess Menglöd in the poem Svipdagsmál.

As the god Heimdall guards Bifrost bridge, may this place be warded against all forces unharmonious to our purpose here this day

Invocation to Eir

Hail, healer of Asgard!

Physician who ministers to many wounds,

You teach us that there is never enough healing,

Never enough time, never enough resources,

Never enough hope that anything will survive,

And yet even in face of this helplessness

You teach us that we must go on,

And never give up until the end.

And this is the wound of Creation,

That can never be healed

And yet we must keep trying.

For Perseverance is more than merely stubbornness,

It is the living embodiment of Hope.

We invite you to join us here today, in your honor.

 

Eir’s Song of Healing

The soft-weeping moon clings to her indifference,

As my soul caresses your fevered brow.

Moan not in unison with the gust-driven tempests,

But trust in my comforting touch.

The stars, their pinions of made of twilight,

Fly to the moon and beg healing for you.

The moon remains unmoved- ah, pitilous orb-

But I have come to your side.

Now surrender to the mild chant of a lullaby

As soft as the sighs of the gods.

I shall heal your mortal bonds made of flesh,

And I shall free you from torment’s grip.

The provoking pangs of anguish,

Caused by pain’s own merciless soul,

Shall flee in shades of bewildered confusion,

As I stand by your trembling side.

I shall console your soul as you sleep,

And flesh shall mend, bones shall heal,

And though the moon hides her mercy

From the gold-swept stars and their pleadings,

All good peace shall be restored to you.

Round of Toasts

Instead of the normal Toast, please feel free to take this time to ask for Eir to take an active hand in either someone’s wellness, or in their training in becoming a physician.

Eir, whose loving hands and sweet breath brings healing and health. We thank you for your gentle caress, your soft ministrations and your care. When stress, strains, aches and pains plague is, you come with your lithe figure and flowing hair to ease our distress. Thank you for assisting us here in Midgard, both tonite and the rest of the year. Eir, goddess holy and wise, we honor you. HAIL EIR!!

 

til árs ok friðar, “for a good year and frith”.

Libation

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To Racists

I curse!

I curse all of them
who soil our glorious land
with unworthy actions

I curse all of them
who borrow sacred symbols
Gungnir, Mjolnir and Sacred Staffs –
Odins spear, Thors hammer
and runes, given by Odins hand
and soil them
with unholy deeds.

I curse all of them
who in ugly costumes
and shaven heads
as well as suits
and ties
abuse the wisdom of our ancestors
our ancient ways
and our present faith.

I curse all of them
who want to silenence
the mouths of others
for themselves to be heard
with their stupid bellowing

I curse all of them
who puts themselves above others
because of their paleness
who trample on others
because of the colour of their skin
foreign language
or a different faith

Upon the heads of these miscreants
I call all powers!

I call upon the gnomes, and the little people
to scratch their bodies
and disturb their sleep.

I call upon the elf-smiths
to lay an iron ring
around their chests
giving little room for their spirit
little room for breath
to speak of evil

I call upon the “rimthurses” (frostgiants)
from the depth of Nifelhel
That they may freeze to their death
before they get a chance
to freeze others out

I call Surt and his “fire-thurses”
That they may burn to their death
before others may burn
by their hands

I call upon Loki
That he may twist their vision
so that they strike each other down
before they strike anyone else down

I call upon Freya
So that these young men
never may share a woman’s bed
and never have sons
or daughters of their own
as long as they want to hinder
others to do just that

And I call upon Frey
That these young men
have their manhood gelded,
never being able to create anything good
for themselves
never getting peace
or harvest
as long as they want to hinder
others to do just that

I call upon Thor
that he may protect us
from demonic evil
and I call upon his wrath
against the miscreants
who wants to cause pain to others

I call upon Odin
All-father
He who gave spirit
to man and woman
He who together with his brothers
Honer and Lodur
Gave life to man
Body and Soul
Ask and Embla
Man and Woman

I call upon Odin
and the “Norns”
Goddesses of destiny
Urd, Verdandi and Skuld
who altogether judges
everyone after death
that they may judge
these miscreants hard
and that they
not even after their death
may escape their deeds of evil
against other sons and daughters
of Ask and Embla

I set this “nid”
until these drooling servants
of evil and ignorance
do penance
and let each and one
stay by their land, their people
and their faith
wherever in our world
they may choose to live

___________________
Grimner 1998-02-04
(translated into English 1998-03-08)

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