AsaStrong
ÁsaStrong presents its opening salvo in the battle to
become in the Ásatrú community: Three seminal works (the likes of
which have never been seen in the Ásatru Community before). Books whose intent is the pure progression of the Ásatrú Faith will be our casting of the Victory Spear. These items we place on the altar for our Folk to receive. ÁsaStrong and ÁsaProud together we will stride into the future.
09/30/2017
In salt prepared, The omens waft
Wrought down, steaming the frost
The Norsemen who offers now achieves
Listen closely wise old sea,
On darkened dreams drakkar
Let us journey near
Let us journey far
in blood we scribe,
the net hypnotized
offer me not to Ran’s aged eyes
to make my bones again sword wise
09/11/2017
Poetic Edda-Bellows translation
Svipdagsmol-Stanza 32
"Women, sick with child, shall seek
Its fruit to the flames to bear;
Then out shall come what within was hid,
and so is it mighty with men."
This portrayal is an Asastrong original depicting the Goddess Idun embracing the golden apples. The writing is reflective of healthy living suggesting that this fruit is a source of wellness for the folk collective. Eat from the tree and from the ground. Midgard here is full of flora and fauna awaiting a connection.
Remember Heathens to throw in some plants with the mead and meat!!!!!! Hail Yggdrasil! Hail Idunna!
09/07/2017
when rope hangs heavy
violence does sacrifice roots
and there the well told truth
burning fables slacken, lacking proof
rolling deosil until ancestral legends prove
weakness despised heathen remained absolute
about the mountain by fury wide
as heart retrieves antique pagan rite
feed fat the heretics
honor holy thy sword
why does your god pray our Norse war lord?
with fire spit mighty the windswept night
coming forth to moisten Valgrind
remember All fathers whispered line
we walked apart , now together we fight
a bindrune sweltered alight
the sun swallowed long ago
again shall rise...
10/17/2016
For the warrior Jubel Dean.
A Heathen heart forever-born, she watched evermore,
Battle calm, victory sword,
Whisper Galder, Tiwaz torn
From field on broken horn,
War begotten chosen more,
Einherjar elite reborn, a Pagan heart eternal sworn, a Heathen oath forever born, making myth immortal lore, on shores named VanaDis, dismissed by Brisingmen, omen never forgotten, and a wish AllFather promised in ear, for fear left, and upon breast lay Draupnir kissed, rist rings to achieve, the North star still bleeds, and Etins still scream, in the wind of a sea dragon-shipped, he lay Valhalla present.
02/21/2016
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