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For our ancestors, our faith was nameless, as it was alive and a part of us to the depths of our soul. There was no need for a name when it's a part of you and everything around you. Eventually, our ancestors' nations got swept up by a theocratic political movement which made our existence as we knew it murky. Until just over 50 years ago, when Óðinn reached down to Founder Stephen McNallen and gave him a blessing and mandate to reawaken our Folk and bring his children togeth

Frith. Abundance. Stewardship. Three little words. For the ladies of the Asatru Folk Assembly, these three words represent three of the traits that we strive to embody as Aryan women. For the ladies of Freyshof, however, these three words carry more weight. They are the three words chosen to describe the ladies of our district. As with the four Hofs before us, the Gyðjur were tasked with choosing three feminine words to represent the women of the district. For Óðinshof, Gyðja

Hard work is a cure for depression and anxiety...... Our Ancestors evolved through time by their ability to meet challenges head on. Our brains were designed to be stimulated. We have gone from farming to factories to office jobs. A comfortable life without challenge. Our brains start to look for stimuli to fill in the gaps that lack of challenge has caused. Through auto/visual stimuli, such as social media, we look for that "thing" that might be the missing piece of us falli

The holy tides of Ásatrú are largely celebrated when they are due to the seasons and the changes they bring, as well as how our ancestors treated these times. I often preach to my Folk at Njörðshof about this, especially during these colder months of September through February. I always make sure to emphasize that these colder months are the most auspicious time to honour, and speak with, our ancestors. This is because these colder holy tides take place when the veil between

Hail Sunna, golden-haired one, driver of the celestial chariot! You who rise each morning to banish the shadows, who paints the world in glowing hues of gold and amber, our Folk greet you with open hearts. Your radiant light touches the land and life awakens. The birds sing your praise, the flowers turn their faces to your warm gaze, and Miðgarðr itself seems to smile under your brilliance. You are the great pursuer of darkness, the bringer of warmth, the promise of a new beg

This month we discuss the Sál, the Soul, as it pertains to Ásatrú. The Old Norse word for soul comes from the Proto-Indo European word sóhiwl, and from this root we get the Latin saevus, the Proto-Celtic saitlom (life, age), the Proto-Slavic séila (strength, force, soul). Interestingly, the Proto-Germanic cognate saiwiz (sea, ocean) comes from the same root. This possibly stems from the belief that certain bodies of water were dwelling places of the dead and unborn. This is t

Five hundred doors there are and forty more I eeen, in Valhall's walls Eight hundred fighters through one door fare When to war with the wolf they go. — Grímnismál, stanza 23 I want to talk about honouring our fallen warriors and how that relates to spiritual understanding of the Einherjar. The warrior ethos is a significant part of ancestry and spiritual practice. We can all agree that those who die on the battlefield should be held in the highest regard and remembered this