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Niorun, or Njorun, is a minor Norse goddess about whom practically nothing is known from the primary sources. She is listed as a goddess in the Skaldskaparmal, but nothing else is said of her. The name Niorun or Njorun is used as a kenning in some poetry, but it is unclear what its original meaning might be. However, it is said that the Duergar (dwarves) refer to the night as Draum-Njorun, or Dream-Niorun. Some modern folk began to contact her, and their personal gnosis is that she is the Goddess of Dreams.
In the experience of some folk who have connected with Niorun, unlike most of the other deities, she chooses to live in Svartalfheim, where she is honored and revered by both the Dark Elves and the Duergar. Of all the places in Svartalfheim that might be considered halls, Niorun's place is the only one where a traveler could claim sanctuary and be unopposed by residents. However, as soon as one leaves, one is on one's own again. There is also the fact that Niorun's hall is a strange place, and not altogether safe. It is filled with distorting mists of many colors, and one is often overcome by the compulsion to lay down and sleep. If you are a skilled lucid dreamer, her hall can be a good jumping-off point for prophetic dreamwork; if you aren't, it can be deadly.
Niorun herself can be seen as a veiled figure walking through the misty halls, her face almost never seen. If approached, she will speak in riddles and poetry, or say things that one later cannot remember. Offerings to her include colored glass balls and prisms that she can hang up in her hall to rotate and add to the ambience.
Niorun can bring the gift of lucid dreaming, and if you have any aptitude for it, prophetic dreams. That doesn’t mean that your dreams will necessarily be clear and decipherable, just that they will have information in them. A good prayer to Niorun is to say before you fall asleep, “Let me wake up knowing one thing that I do not know now.”
Last Saturday, the Ancestors came forward to ask me if I accepted my new role or whatever I ought to call it, and after a moment of quiet panic I of course said yes.
This Saturday, they came forward to ask how things were going, so I gave them a quick summary of what I did today, which was to make a serious commitment to a local goddess - and they were SUPER HAPPY. Like, "yay! Party time!" and sense of congratulations and general good vibes and bits of images of people shaking my hands and so on. I cast runes when I got home from the river (the river=local goddess), and got general positive feedback, and the river was happy, and Loki was all "that went well," but it was really extra-nice to get this kind of Yay!! reaction from the Ancestors. I don't talk to them much, and they don't come forward often, but it's still really wonderful to know I have their support. Especially for something that was so awfully easy to second guess as this thing.
As much as I flail around here and express frustration and confusion and outrage with communication and general lack of knowing WTF I am doing and so on and so forth, I am really, really grateful to know I have so much support in this whole thing - not just the Ancestors, but all the other Powers around. I feel pretty much literally surrounded in my living room now; I had to put the two newest altars against a different wall, soooo . . . it feels a little intense in here these days. And it's unnerving, but it's also comforting.
Some of this has brought up some serious and unexpected terrors that I suspect I'm going to be fighting with in smaller ways until I get used to the new situation. Long-standing hang-ups that suddenly blew up in my face that I really didn't expect would ever get in the way of anything. FUN. But I think I'm past the worst of that now.
*suddenly recalls other things People said*
Fuck.
I just have so much going on suddenly. (Details and stuff below; some general notes.)
This is the first time I really attended to Sinthgunt's and Niorun's altars. Sinthgunt wanted coffee, with a BIG spoon of honey. Niorun wanted Earl Grey, tea loose in the cup, a fairly light brew.
Sinthgunt's energy feels WAY intense compared to pretty much Everyone else. Not sure if that's just Her, or if it's "new deity, takes time to adjust." The time She was most strongly Present, I could feel this strong "hot" sensation on my skin, like you get when you are too close to a fire or furnace and need to step away, but without any pain. I feel a similar thing from Loki fairly often, but this was /more/ intense than I've felt from Him in ages, and I also got a . . . sense of just really potent /power/, like whoa, step too close and you will get fried. So far She really feels /different/ from all the Others.
I'm kind of amused that She wanted coffee; I fix it for Sunna, and the one bit of lore we have on Her names Her as Sunna's sister. She asked how I was and before I could entirely answer, She'd given me a quick look-over and impression that things were going as expected? or going well? (She'd been - I believe - doing some work to help me deal with some particularly unpleasant hangups, though it hasn't been really obvious to me, not in the same way the work Loki often does is obvious.)
And Nidhogg spoke to me, sort of "hey it's been a while, it's time to talk again, where've you been?" Well I've been here every Saturday! . . . In a roundabout way She got around to saying it was time to talk about some specific things (I said if I did have questions on that topic, I'd come to Her, but I guess that was too open-ended an answer) and so I agreed to spend time -next- Saturday talking to Her about some things She thinks I need to know.
Sigyn came forward and asked about something fairly personal She's been helping me with, and that apparently is going well, too. (Why does everything happen at once? I mean I'm /glad/, this is a positive thing that I do want, but seriously sometimes I wonder.)
Sunna came forward, a quick sort of check-in, reminder of what She'd said -months- ago, when I was feeling really harried - to slow down and take it easy. I said I was, /finally/, the message did eventually get through, and right nowt hings are busy, but I feel okay. She gave me the impression that if Everyone Else seems to be giving me too much, I should talk to Her and She'd help me out with that.
I feel like one of Sunna's 'areas of interest' is time management.
Which, you know, I need to keep better track of, because more and more of Them keep saying "Do this thing, learn this," and either I need to pin a calendar where I can easily see it, or - yeah, I probably need to do that, because nothing They're asking takes a lot of time, I just need to pay the fuck attention so I get to everything each week.
*winces* Yes, definitely need a calendar. Some things are 'every Monday' and some are 'every other' and I think I'm about to lose track of which Monday I'm on, and I already got a gentle but kind of stern "you best stop forgetting to work on that thing" and I don't want to get a more emphatic "stop fucking up" visit from Anyone.
So I went by the Goodwill last night after work to find items for the new altars.
I also, quite happily, found a potato masher in the style I prefer, so that was a nice bonus.
"Items for the new altars" meant a couple of candle holders, a couple VERY SHINY metallic candles, a pillow sham that is now an altar cloth - and another candle holder I got a strong nudge to acquire but I do not know for Whom. (I also got a nudge to buy one for Angrboda, so I did, though She already has one, so now, I guess, She has two? Or maybe She's tired of the old one? I don't know yet.)
The new spaces are for Sinthgunt, Who has been around a bit every evening for the last several days, and for Niorun, Who I haven't yet reached out to.
I did some divination to get a little direction about what to ask Niorun, and the runes slid in an "oh by the way, there's some chance there will be some /permanent changes/ by doing this thing," but the whole deal feels like "but you gotta do it anyway."
. . .
As much as I want to throw myself down in front of all the altars and pray that They give me the tools I need to do this well, to do it /right/, that They make me into what I need to be, it's still fucking terrifying to get messages like that.
I got run over by feelings of panic, of being caught, of the walls closing in, yesterday morning at work - despite wanting this, knowing I can't run, I can't say "no, find someone else," knowing this is a part of who I am and trying to escape would be . . . appalling, it just - caught up with me, I guess? Being unable to convince myself any more "that's just a coincidence," "Oh surely I just misheard that/am talking to myself," nooooooope, can't do that any more.
So I decided to walk out to the riverbank around lunchtime, walk around, calm down, maybe stick my hands in the river, that sounded nice and calming.
It was.
The river spoke to me briefly - we'd interacted once before, and I wasn't really expecting it - and said some very deeply comforting things (I almost cried), and then as I was turning to go, I felt like I wasn't yet alone, but it wasn't the river I was still feeling, it was a group of, well, I'm going with "nixies" because I don't know what they call themselves, but they were aquatic and appeared female, and they reminded me of the Undines, in having a sense of glee and amusement . . . and predatoriness about them (but smaller than the Undines). No sense of malice or ill intent, just, "Yyyup, those are hunters."
Between them and the river, I have plans to go out swimming in the near future, meet the locals on/in their turf, something along those lines. Someone there wants me to bring cheese, too. Cheese.
