Blot to the Norns

Hail to the Three Wisewomen

Of the Well of Fate,

Spinner,

Weaver,

Cutter,

Readers of wyrd in the water of the Well.

My doom has brought me to this place,

Locked into a life I did not choose.

I know that there are many reasons

Behind my coming here,

And some come from choices I made

And some did not,

But regardless of how much was folly

And how much ill luck,

I am here now,

And this is my Fate.

Teach me, O Keepers of my Thread,

How to learn well from this turning,

How to find the lessons

That will stand me in the best stead,

For I know that only when I have learned enough

Will you weave me free.

Hail to Urd, Verdandi, Skuld,

Grant me one glance into Urdabrunnr’s depths

To show me the right road home.

http://www.northernpaganism.org/shrines/norns/writing/prayer-to-the-norns-for-acceptance-of-fate.html

Invocation

Said by the Gothi:

Who are the Norns
who are helpful in need,
And the babe from the mother bring?”

Said by the Gythia:
Of many births
the Norns must be,
Nor one in race they were;
Some to gods, others
to elves are kin,
And Dvalin’s daughters some.

Said by Both

Thence come the maidens
mighty in wisdom,
Three from the dwelling
down ‘neath the tree;
Urth is one named,
Verthandi the next,–
On the wood they scored,–
and Skuld the third.
Laws they made there,
and life allotted
To the sons of men,
and set their fates.

We call upon you, the norns, to celebrate with us during this time.

Said by the Gothi:

Then gleamed a ray
from Logafiöll,
and from that ray
lightnings issued;
then appeared,
in the field of air,
a helmed band
of Valkyriur:
their corslets were
with blood besprinkled,
and from their spears
shone beams of light.

Said by Gothi:

I want Hrist and Mist
to bring me a horn,
Skeggjöld and Skögul,
Hildr and Þrúðr,
Hlökk and Herfjötur,
Göll and Geirahöð,
Randgríð and Ráðgríð
and Reginleif.
They carry ale to the einherjar.

Said by Gythija:

She saw valkyries
come from far and wide,
ready to ride
to Goðþjóð.
Skuld held a shield,
and Skögul was another,
Gunnr, Hildr, Göndul
and Geirskögul.

We call upon you, the Valkyries, to celebrate with us during this time.

Toasts

Gothi/Gythia pass around horn, each person making their toast.

Libation

http://www.modernheathen.com/2009/04/14/disir-blot/

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