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/