Freyja
40cm x 30cm lino print on 300gsm paper
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Freyja
40cm x 30cm lino print on 300gsm paper
available on etsy
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Hymn to Freyja
A self-written hymn to the Vanir’s brazen beauty. Please cite me if you share, and may it serve. For more of my poetry, see #rivers of ink
Hail thee Freyja, jewel of the Vanir!
Rune-skilled truth-speaker Honey-tongued heartseeker Feline-friended, falconed-eyed Riding winds both far and wide
Sun-kissed, golden-streaked Fair-faced and rosy-cheeked Weapon-deft, hearth of the slain The earthen source of fruit and grain
Incite our courage, fearless maid Send thy legions to our aid Battle-tireless, red-spattered Sword, axe and shield-shattered
Valfreyja, beloved by all The dead rest joyful in thy hall Let us here be healed and well And happy-fallen ‘neath thy spell
Honoured Lady, sweet-addressed In all features art thou blessed Take pleasure now in food and wine And grant thy gracious gifts divine
She Who Holds Men’s Hearts and Fear
Her chariot rides over the battlefield An omen of what is yet to come As armies march forward The pride of men A foolhardy bargain Skyward we look to her with falcon cloak Sword at the ready Taking her prize of those who have perished A grisly prize she claims herself Rubies of men falling at her feet The world would call her a slut A harlot, a whore She who takes what she wants Her lovers many, her body her own In sacred light she holds her head above them Her appetite only matched by her fury And cunning She keeps them right where she wants them The tactician of man’s hearts and fury Her value in more than her tears More than her status as trophy More than her beauty Weaving her spells And shifting the threads to her favor May she smile on me warmly And grant her blessing Rather than have me face the fury That is her rage
The First Appearance of My Lady
@lokislittlewitchling You asked for stories about how we found our paths on your Witchy Wishlist, so I thought I would share how I first saw Freyja.
I was falling asleep one night, in that twilight slumber where sleep paralysis can seize you and reception is open, when suddenly visions of a golden woman looming fiercely over a battlefield overtook me. The sun blazing behind her turned the sky blood red, and she morphed shape, showing forms of warrior women from across the globe, all letting out battle cries that roared in my ears. A heavy pressure pressed on my chest, the same pressure and warmth as a cat, and tears began streaming down my face. I was overcome with love and longing and terror and courage and the sense that if I swore fealty to this Lady, I would be protected, I would become powerful, I would learn magic I could only dream of, and I would become a warrior against my own fears and emerge victorious.
It took me a long time to realize who it was. For a long time, I simply called her My Lady and devoted myself to this unknown goddess. I didn't have to search for her too hard; I was already researching Norse magic and religion as a part of planning my wedding. My first hint was the pressure of a cat, then the idea of a feminine warrior goddess. Soon after, I read about her red-gold tears, and it kind of clicked. Even the title I had given her, My Lady, was her actual name, Freyja, The Lady.
Its been about two years now, and we've been through a lot. I moved to the middle of the woods, learned from two wise women there, left my fiancé, moved back to the city, began healing the trauma that was keeping me from my calling, and discovered a passion that balances me. And when I have doubt, I remember that vision, the only vision I have ever had in my life, and all doubt is erased.
LOL @ atheist TERFs responding to my Freyja post with "Freyja's not real sweaty" like some of us actually do believe these deities exist* why else do you think we're so pissed when bigots like you use them to support your hate?
*not that you need to believe in deities to be mad about bigotry I'm just saying
Freyja
Perhaps my most surprising relationship with a God has come in the form of Lady Freyja.
Yes, I love cats - but that’s about where our similarities end. I struggle greatly with sexuality, femininity, body-image, and self-love. As the Goddess of Femininity, Beauty, and Sex, I figure that I, as a dysphoric, asexual transman, should feel only isolation and alienation from Her and all that She is. And yet, I feel that I have one of the strongest bonds with Her. I’m never quite sure why, but I know how.
For Her, the emotions I feel are overwhelmingly powerful. We don’t speak in words, like how I communicate with Odin and Frigg. I speak to Her in feeling. When I wind up the cat-shaped music box I dedicated to Her, the music has the power to reduce me to tears. When I think of Her, I feel love and passion, pride and soul, all mixed together with so many powerful emotions I can’t even begin to describe. I know when She’s with me because it would be impossible not to know.
In my most vulnerable moments, I find myself reaching out to Her. Not to Odin for advice, as I normally would, not to Frigg for comfort, Tyr for bravery, or any of the other deities I’m close to - I open my heart to Her alone and I expose my entire soul. She responds, and She gives me endurance and strength. She is more than femininity, beauty, love, sex - She is fearless, persistent, furious, and powerful. She is magic, She is war, She is death, and She is perseverance.
She is raw, untamed emotion, and these are the gifts She gives me. I can say, for certain, that I love Her.
I am curious to hear anyone else’s experiences with Freyja. She has so many sides to her, I’m sure I’m not the only one who experiences this part of Her.
Devotional Moodboards: Freyja
One might think love and sex are two sides of the coin. Freyja, the Lady of Battle and Sex and Seidr disagrees. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty in a ballgown and combat boots to get what you want. When you get to it, the sweet bliss of orgasm feels a lot like sliding the blade home into your enemy’s heart.
We currently have 4 scents in our new coffee scrub box line. These amazingly smelling 4 coffee scrubs are made with our organic essential oil scent recipes and coffee.
You can pick these bad boys up for only $20 in our latest Valkyrie Vanity Coffee Scrub Box.
Price: 4 Jars for $20
Scents:
•Dream Catcher Coffee Scrub
•Valkyries Bite Coffee Scrub
•Peppermint Coffee Scrub
•Plain Coffee Scrub
• also comes with some Sleeping Seidr goodies
*pictures coming soon*