FREYJA
LADY OF THE VANIR
Goddess of love and war. Of death and fertility.
She who taught seiðr magic to the gods.
She who chooses half the slain.
She who taught seiðr magic to the gods.
She who chooses half the slain.
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BRÍSINGAMEN
The necklace of fire. Forged by four dwarves. Won by Freyja through four nights of negotiation in the dark.
Beauty has a price. Desire has a cost. She paid it willingly, and emerged wearing the sun around her throat.
What would you give for what you truly want?
Beauty has a price. Desire has a cost. She paid it willingly, and emerged wearing the sun around her throat.
What would you give for what you truly want?
II
THE CHARIOT
BYGUL
TRJEGUL
Freyja rides in a chariot drawn by two great cats. Where Odin's wolves hunger for battle, her cats embody independence, mystery, and the hunt.
The cat does not serve. It chooses. So does she.
The cat does not serve. It chooses. So does she.
III
SEIÐR
The shamanic magic of the Norse. Freyja was its greatest practitioner and teacher. Through seiðr, one travels between worlds, sees the threads of fate, and shapes what is to come.
Odin learned this magic from her. It was considered unmanly for gods to practice. He did it anyway.
Some knowledge transcends propriety.
Odin learned this magic from her. It was considered unmanly for gods to practice. He did it anyway.
Some knowledge transcends propriety.
IV
FÓLKVANGR
"Field of the People." Freyja's realm. When warriors die, half go to Odin's Valhalla. The other half — she chooses first.
Not a consolation. A preference. Some souls belong to the Allfather's war hall. Others belong to her meadow of rest and love.
Death is not one destination.
Not a consolation. A preference. Some souls belong to the Allfather's war hall. Others belong to her meadow of rest and love.
Death is not one destination.
V
THE TEARS OF GOLD
When Freyja weeps for her lost husband Óðr, her tears turn to gold. When they fall into the sea, they become amber.
Grief transmuted into treasure. Sorrow made solid and beautiful. This is the alchemy of the feminine divine — to feel fully and create from the feeling.
Let the tears fall. See what they become.
Grief transmuted into treasure. Sorrow made solid and beautiful. This is the alchemy of the feminine divine — to feel fully and create from the feeling.
Let the tears fall. See what they become.
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INVOKE
Freyja walks among us in the fierce love that claims what it wants. In the grief that refuses to diminish. In the magic that sees between worlds.
Lady of the Vanir, golden one —
Teach me to want without shame.
Teach me to grieve without breaking.
Teach me to see what is hidden.
I offer my timidity.
I offer my numbness.
I offer my blindness to beauty.
In exchange for your fire.
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