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one must imagine njordr playing with his young twins at the beach
Freyja and Freyr come to me as two sides of the same coin. In the same way that Freyr is Lord of the Elves, Freyja is Lady of the Valkyries. Fertility and Sovereignty is a given with them, but I also sense it in the same way, a congruency—a twin thing. Keepers of Ancestors. Perhaps it's more of a stretch to some, but I also feel that Freyr has to do with magic as well. Maybe not Seidr—or maybe it is?—but he has some sort of connection to it, maybe in the way that it relates to being Vanir, or simply by virtue of being the brother of Freyja. Freyr has some ties to it, more obscure, maybe more grounded in the Earth itself, given his associations with burials and land ownership. Magic in relation to the dead? Ancestor veneration? To be found out later maybe...Both also have connections to love, sex, reproduction. Immigrants in a foreign land. A father with deep connections to the water, the ocean, and a mother with deep connections to the Earth. They are as much Gods of Nature as they are Gods of Society. So, as it comes to me like any other intuitive thing, when I worship one, I worship the other. I think it is an inherent thing.
He gives victory to some, and to some wealth, eloquence to many, and innate sense to the living — Ingvi.
Prayer Poem to Freyr, Lord of Rain and Good Weather
Hail Freyr, golden god of fertile fields, Son of the sea-wise Njord, Lord of the shining rains and warming sun, I lift my voice to you, bearer of blessing.
You who ride the boar with bristles like flame, Who sow peace in the hearts of men, And laughter in the bloom of barley— You whose touch brings ripeness to every seed.
Let your rain fall soft upon the thirsty earth, Each drop a hymn of life renewed. Let the winds be kind, the skies be clear, That harvests may come in joy, not fear.
You who wed the land with light, Who crown the air with blossom and breeze, Come now with gentle clouds and temperate skies, That all may grow in your green grace.
Freyr, friend of farmers, lover of peace, Grant us the harmony of season and soil. Bless our days with balance, Our nights with the hush of growing things.
In your name, I give thanks for sun and storm alike— Each one your gift, each one a sacred dance. Hail Freyr, Giver of Weather, Ever may your blessings fall like rain.
— So may it be.
Hey Freyr,
Happy World Bee Day.
Freyr riding Gullinbursti, bringing the seeds of spring. Artwork by Svart Snø
Freyr Bringer of sun, God of plentiful harvest
I thank you for the rain, that it may nourish and heal the earth
I pray that you may punish those who harm our home and that you may help us to keep our earth heathly and clean
Help us give our earth a good future
When the sun comes with your help I pray you encourage me too get out and connect with the energy of the sun
So it may nourish and heal me
Thank you for walking with me, Lord freyr
Hail freyr!
I bet frey laughs at me sometimes
🐗☮️