By Daria MacGregor
For Three Sisters Temple Litha celebration, June 2021
Hail Freyja the Norse goddess of Love, War and Magic
She is the Wild one (unTamed)
She is mixed and merged with Frigg - the Mother of All, Lady of hearth and home,
the ideal wife
Are they the same? No one knows for sure…
This is the story of...
Freya and the Necklace
Once upon a time, just a moment ago,
Freya crossed the Rainbow Bridge from Asgard, realm of the divine,
to earth, her former home
She sees the most beautiful necklace - oh!
She MUST have it, nothing else will do
The magical golden necklace, Brisingamen, dwarf-crafted
It is hers and hers alone
What is the price she will pay?
Anything!
Giving of her self, her love, her secret place - to not one, not two, not three, but FOUR dwarves - creatures of the underworld, working beneath the earth, taking (without asking) of Her gifts...
Well, now they ask. And in her desire she says Yes.
And she loves them, and allows them inside of her, 1, 2, 3, 4 (earth, water, fire, air)
Gifts for gifts - a fair exchange
And then it's hers - the necklace, the chain fastened around her neck
And she is in ecstasy
Her husband Odin, All-Father, He who knows the secret language of runes; hung on the tree of life...
He wonders at this newfound joy, and he questions her
Loki the trickster whispers the truth - she gave of her secret self to the lowest of the low
Earth-dwellers
And her husband feels betrayed
That husband for whom she crossed the rainbow bridge, world to world
Letting go her history, her people, her life
To be with him and his people, to be their lady.
How could he be betrayed? When her self is her own, always?
Who can control or own another one, without their permission?
And yet she is tricked, by other men, whom she also loved and who loved her
For the sake of being held and chained by them, she lost her necklace
Spellbound… she is stunned… trollabundin...
{Interlude Music - Trollabundin, by Eivor}
YET, in the loss, what else?
A chain no longer around her neck
She is free to give herself
Untethered
Free to breathe in love, to wholeness, to loss, and to wholeness again
She moves in the pumping breathing spiral of the ebbing flowing life of earth
love and loss
love and loss
love and loss
And in her belly, in the empty space
Over the rainbow bridge, linking the worlds of heaven and earth
A new love takes hold
Her son, Baldr
And in his birth she too is created anew
Maiden turns to Mother as the Wheel turns
She yields her solitary life to one of linked love
A necklace, returned at last
Dis-enchanted
Found and lost and found again
Bound and freed and freed and bound
A chain which can never be broken, or stolen, or lost, or tricked away
For Mother and Child are one forever
No matter what illusion of separation may come
Life, Death, Rebirth
And as a Child is born, so too is a Mother
Frigg, Beloved, All-Mother
Freyja, Lady, Queen of Magic
Can we doubt they are one and the same
Any more than any of us who wear her many faces?
Mother, Daughter
Lover, Whore
Sister, Priestess
The Goddess shows us all our beautiful selves - and how they swirl and merge together
All is One
And All is Her Love
Blessed Be
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