My devotion to Hel
This has been a whirlwind of a weekend for me. I can’t begin to describe the pure amount of time and energy that went in to the preparation of devoting myself to my goddess. This was not a sudden impulse idea and I’ve been sitting on this thought; this act and dedication since August of this year. It’s been on my mind. This past week; during the second full moon of October-- I did it. I announced to the universe, my ancestors and myself that I wanted to dedicate myself to my goddess; the Norse Goddess Hel. It started with a wonderful cleansing bath; scented with eucalyptus and rose petals scattered in the water. I meditated on what I was about to undertake. I thought of cleansing myself properly before coming before the altar- clothed only in a veil that I’ve dedicated to my goddess. I took my time cleansing myself and my space making it sacred and safe. When I was ready- I gave my offerings to Hel; toasting and praising to her. I won’t share here exactly what was said-- but it was heartfelt and I meant every word. I carry this promise with me even know- reminding myself that I go through my life with compassion and with love. With the understanding that I will eventually come to an end of this life. I’m learning still to embrace that. Upon completion of my promise and my offerings to Hel; I meditated on all that I had just undertaken and what it meant going forward. I received a deep chill on my bones; on the side of my body my veil didn’t cover. This wasn’t your typical chill that occurs on the surface of the skin. I felt it and I felt it deep. The sort of cold you can feel that almost feels burning. It didn’t last long, but it was a very surreal experience and one I hold close to me. I don’t yet know what happens going forward, but I eagerly await to embrace it.
