Some Obscure European Pagan Theologies 

I’ve compiled a list of little-known pagan religions from around Europe… Here they are:

Adonism: a neopagan religion founded by a German called Franz Sättler in 1926, Adonism is a polytheistic belief revolving around five principle gods (Beus, Biltis, Dido, Molchos and of course, Adonis). Adonis is the most prominent of these gods, and Sättler equated him to Satan. Molchos is viewed as malevolent, and is considered to be responsible for the enslavement of humanity through monotheistic/Abrahamic religions. Therefore, Adonists are very much anti Christian in particular.

Romuva: a contemporary continuation of the traditional ethnic religion of the Baltic peoples, particularly the pre-Christian Lithuanians. Romuvans try to continue Baltic pagan traditions, and follow a polytheistic faith which revolves around the sanctity of nature and ancestor worship. The Romuvan community was organised and led by the high priest Jonas Trinkunas, until his death in 2014.

Zalmoxianism: a neopagan movement which promotes the rebuilding of an ethnic religion and spirituality of the Romanians through a process of reconnection to their ancient Dacian and Thracian roots. Their name comes from Zalmoxis/Zalmoxe, at the same time the name of the primordial god and the archetype of an enlightened man in paleo-Balkan mythology.

I hope you have enjoyed learning about these rarely talked about religions as much as I have!

For more information, please join my Facebook group: ‘Followers of the Ancient Path’!

Head Over to the Best Pagan Group on Facebook! 

I co-run a Facebook group called ‘Followers of the Ancient Path’ (FOTAP). The link to the group can be found on the official page:

We aim to provide interesting discussions and information on a variety of topics concerning Ásatrú and paganism. We also try to cover many of the more obscure European/world indigenous theologies. 

Feel free to join if you’re interested! Skål! 

Prejudice I Have Encountered Within the Heathen Community 

I am incredibly sad to find myself writing this post, but there are a few things I’d like to talk about today. 

The majority of the time, the heathen community are my second family. In fact, at times, they are more supportive of my beliefs and choices than my biological family!

But recently, I’ve experienced several negative issues. These issues seem to stem from 2 reasons:

1. I’m a woman.

2. I call myself a MODERN heathen.

So, allow me to address these problems…

1. Yes, I am indeed a female. Several males have sent me messages expressing their absolute disgust that a woman is writing a blog about their beliefs. When I challenged them about this, and pointed out that in the golden age of Norse paganism women were respected and even considered equals, sometimes even superior as in the case of the völur, I was given nothing but abuse. In their opinion (not that it matters, but its the principle!) a female should not be allowed any opinions about heathenry. If you’ve only just cottoned on to the fact that I am a woman, and you also disagree with me writing this blog, feel free to leave at this point; but I’d like to say that nothing you misogynist pigs do will stop me from stating my opinions, or writing about the beliefs I follow and love. I am no feminist (I believe that modern femenism is ridiculous), but I do believe that both genders have equal rights to think, say and do whatever they please. 

2. I thought long and hard before using the title ‘Modern Norse Heathen’ for my blog, but I decided upon it because it successfully describes who I actually am. Many people seem to think that I’m insulting ‘real’ heathenry by connecting it with the modern world, but in reality all of us who practise Ásatrú (or any other form of paganism/pantheonism based on ancient beliefs for that matter) are modern! We live in the 21st century, and we live by the old ways which date back thousands of years. We are ALL modern heathens! This doesn’t make you guys fake anymore than it does me. Every time I post something regarding dragging ancient beliefs into the modern age, I am criticized; that’s okay, because I am fully prepared for the backlash. Its impossible to post an unpopular opinion on social media without receiving some sort of complaint. But before you hurl your illiterate, profane bullshit at me, take a good long look in the mirror. You’re no different than me, really.

5 Facts About The Aesirian Code of Nine 

1. Although very similar to the more widely known and practised Nine Noble Virtues, the Aesirian Code of Nine is considered by many heathens to be different – the ‘true’ values to live by.

2. Rather than a modern resurrection (like the Nine Noble Virtues), the Aesirian Code of Nine was actually practised by Scandinavian and Germanic people from at least 1000 A.D.

3. Several evidences of its existence and use have been found in various archaeological investigations throughout Europe, including an inscription on the wall of a cave in Denmark.

4. The Code consists of: Honour, Knowledge, Protect, Flourish, Change, Fairness, Conflict, Balance, Control (these are explained in more detail in the image below).

5. It is widely believed that the Code was modernized, hence it became the Nine Noble Virtues, although no one is quite sure why. I for one believe that both are perfectly acceptable to follow if you are a modern heathen. 

‘Love Thy Neighbour’… Unless Thy Neighbour is Heathen, Or So It Seems.

So a while ago I was walking through my local town centre, minding my own business, when I passed a bunch of Christians who were handing out leaflets and preaching Bible passages. I just kept on walking, and didn’t give them eye contact because I really couldn’t be bothered with the inevitable fight which always seems to ensue when I find myself in these types of situations.

Despite me trying to be invisible amongst the crowd, somehow one of these guys singled me out. He immediately ran to me, and grabbed my arm. When someone just grabs me in a crowded place, my first instinct is to deck them, so he’s lucky he didn’t get his teeth rammed down his throat! I kept my cool, and politely (but firmly) asked him to remove his hand from my arm. He apologised, and acted courteous, politely asking if I’d like a free Bible to make up for it. I declined, but he kept hounding me about it. 

He followed me along the street until I finally had enough, I spun around and just said “please leave me alone, I’m busy and not interested”. As I turned around the light must have glanced off my Mjölnir pendant, because he suddenly noticed it. He shouted for his friends to come over, so I had six of these guys surrounding me, brandishing leaflets, screaming Bible quotes into my face. They begged me to “let God into my heart” – I replied “I have no space left in my heart for anymore gods, I’ve already got plenty in there” and I swear to Odin these guys went completely batshit crazy… They were screaming insults at me, attracting the attention of half the town. Yet no one stepped in. There were six well built, 6ft6 men hurling abuse at a solitary 5ft5 woman, but no one seemed bothered. They just stared.

The Bible bashers started calling me a Satanist, and I completely flipped out. I explained to them (with facts, and offered to show them evidence on my phone) that Mjölnir had nothing to do with Satanism. But they refused to listen to reason, and continued hurling abuse at me. 

After a while of standing my ground, I gave up and walked away. When the original guy tried once again to grab me, I informed him that if he did it would be the last thing he ever did, and that he would invoke the wrath of my gods. He soon turned tail and ran! 

I’m not sharing this story for sympathy – I may be a woman, and I may be relatively small in stature, but I’ve got a warrior’s heart. I will fight to the death if needs must, but I also know that there are some instances where its best to just walk away; this was one of those times.

Does walking away make me weak? No, because I recognized the fact that no amount of common sense or evidence was going to change the closed minds of those poor, deluded, brainwashed souls. Far from being angry, I actually pity them. They spend half their lives praying to a deity who’s very essence is a lie, and the other half trying to indoctrinate others into the worldwide web of holy deceit.

The thing which struck me most as ironic was the fact that, a minute before they turned on me, they were telling me how as Christians they had to “love thy neighbour”. I’m guessing the Bible missed out the second half of that sentence – “as long as they believe in the same things as you do”. 

Christians like to preach peace, but practise hatred. This is nothing new. It wasn’t the first time this sort of thing has happened to me personally, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

But the thing which annoys me the most, far more than the abuse, is the lack of common sense. If I see someone wearing a symbol I don’t recognise, or hear them talk about something I’ve never heard of before, I take it upon myself to conduct my own research. I don’t make assumptions until I’m sure I fully understand what I speak of. 

I openly invite any Christians (or people of other faiths) who cross my path to ask questions. I will never be angry! I will be happy to discuss my beliefs and explain what heathenry is all about. I will be only too glad to explain the significance and meaning behind the symbols I wear around my neck, and those which are tattooed on my skin. 

Its occasions like the one I’ve just described which remind me how lucky I am to possess a free a mind, and a curious spirit. I do not fear the unknown – I embrace it! Maybe more Christians should try it sometime. Knowledge is power, and it truly can change lives! 

Ásatrúar Girl Seeking Pen Pals 

Hi everyone, Modern Norse Heathen (AKA Karen) here!

I am a 24 year old female, living in the UK, with many varied interests including:

• horses (I own 3)

• music (all genres but especially metal in all its glorious subgenres, and European folk music)

• Scandinavian/European mythology and history 

• reading and writing (as you’ve probably guessed already from this blog!)

I am looking for like minded friends, preferably from Scandinavia or elsewhere in Europe, but I’d also consider pen pals from UK or USA.

At first it would be email/Facebook, but if someone’s interested I’d be willing to try snail mail.

My email address is, feel free to send me a message! 🙂

Hope to hear from you soon! 

Past Lives: My Personal Experience 

Many people claim to have lived before. Even more people – the majority of my family included – think that its nonsense. I daresay a few of you will think I’m absolutely bonkers, and perhaps I am… But I can assure you that this is absolutely real (to me, anyway).

I have had recurring visions and dreams of three different past lives, which I will summarise below:

1. Name: Alfhild

Occupation: Farmer’s wife

Husband: Einar

Children: Asmund, Bjarni, Helga

Time period: 800s

Place: Scandinavia 

Death: Burned alive in house fire

2. Name: Catherine O’Halloran 

Occupation: Fisherman’s wife

Husband: Jack O’Halloran

Children: Jack Jr, Michael

Time period: 1600 – 1800

Place: Ireland 

Death: Drowned in the sea during storm 

3. Name: Beibhinn

Occupation: wife of a Dane 

Husband: Einar

Children: Arne, Sven, Ivar, Brynhild

Time period: 800 – 900s

Place: northern England, but I came from Ireland and my husband came from Denmark 

Death: disease 

In addition to these basic details, I can also give in depth descriptions of the locations, clothes, events and politics. My friends and family find it really creepy, except for my mother who has revisited her past life many times.

These visions and dreams have occurred since I was a small child, and even then I amazed my family and teachers with the amount of detail I was able to give. 

My past life experiences have also helped to potentially explain a lot of things which affect my current life, such as:

• I have irrational fears of both drowning and being burned alive.

• I have always felt drawn towards Ireland, Scandinavia and northern England (although this could also be because my ancestors hailed from these places).

• I have always felt like a foreigner in England, despite being born and raised here.

• I have always felt as if I should have been born centuries ago – modern life neither suits nor interests me.

If you still think I’m crazy, then fair enough. But I can assure you that I am convinced that I did indeed live as those three women, and that my soul was transferred each time into another body, in another time/place. 

Wise are the Women of the North: Legend of the Völva

“Then came the völva Gróa there, wife of Aurvandil the Bold. She sang her spell songs over Thor until the piece of stone loosened from his flesh. When Thor noticed this, and understood that there was a good hope that she would be able to completely remove the byrnie-piece, he wished to reward Gróa for her healing by doing her an honour…” – Snorri Sturluson, Skáldskáparmal, Prose Edda.

From the quote above, it is easy to see that even the gods revered and respected the völur (plural of völva) – the Norse witches who travelled from place to place, prophecising future events and casting spells to heal and sometimes curse people.

Although all free Norse and Germanic women were expected to be versed in magic, the völur possessed far greater powers. 

Most Germanic and viking tribes nurtured groups of wise women, witches or priestesses who usually lived unmarried (although not always in celibacy). These women were free to travel alone in the knowledge that no one would dare to harm a witch who carried her wand or staff so that her powers could be recognised by all who saw her.

There is evidence in the sagas to show that if a völva came to visit, the lord and lady of the house would give up the high seat to her, to show their respect and acknowledgement of the woman’s higher authority.

In order to be initiated into the völur, it is believed that a woman would have to undertake some form of ritual. Sources are unclear as to the exact nature of these rituals, although the general concensus is that a prospective völva must experience some form of rebirth.

In mythology and even in some historical accounts, this rebirth is literal – tales of women being burned alive, and emerging from the ashes as a born-again witch, simultaneously proving their powers and rewarding them with even more potent magic. Remember, during these times witches were not as terrifying, nor as persecuted, as they were in later periods. Prior to the Christianization of Europe, witches were respected and welcomed, not feared. 

Probably the most realistic depiction of a völva initiation is in ‘The Old Poem of Gúdrun’. Gúdrun, the widow of Sigurd the Dragon Slayer, experiences a spontaneous initiation at the death and burial of her husband.

“The night appeared dark to me, better if I was devoured by wolves, or if my bones were burned like twigs of birch”.

In her grief, Gúdrun curses her brothers (who killed Sigurd in greed and jealousy), and enters the wilderness. The young woman “lives among the wolves” for some time, before going to live with a group of other solitary women. While there, they weave picture tapestries which depict future battles. Gúdrun had weaved a battle in which her brothers paid for their treachery, but in order to avert a civil war, the leader of group offers Gúdrun a magical drink. The drink was said to “draw the powers of the earth, the strength of the cold sea, and the blood of the boar”. The elixir, served in a horn engraved with runes, forced Gúdrun to forgive and forget. This story is reminiscent of the Three Norns, who sit in the roots of Yggdrasil weaving the fates of men… But I will explore them more in a future post!

So we have learned that the völur had to experience a symbolic form of rebirth. But what else did they have to experience?

Well for starters, it seems that the völur lived very lonely, solitary lives. Most of their time was spent travelling, so there was unlikely to be much time to form lasting friendships or relationships – not that this really mattered as they weren’t permitted to marry, and rarely had (or at least rarely kept) children. Their lifestyle certainly wasn’t suitable for raising children, anyway.

I think the key thing to note is that a völva, although devoid of any offspring or spouse, was a keen businesswoman – a rarity in most cultures during those times. They were free to come and go whenever and wherever they pleased; most importantly, they were rewarded handsomely for their talents, and were treated to a warm welcome and at least a taste of an opulent lifestyle when they visited their clients, who were almost always in the higher echelons of society.

So, what sort of magic did a völva practise? To be an efficient member of the völur, women needed to be able to perform the following:

• seidr (shamanism – reaching altered states of consciousness in order to perceive and interact with the spirit world)

• spá (sorcery – the use of rituals, symbols, actions, gestures and language with the aim of utilising supernatural forces)

• galdr (prophecy – predicting the future, and being in contact with the divine, in this case the Norse gods)

Once their talents started to wane, and inaccuracies started to occur, they were pretty much finished – news travelled fast, even long before the advent of the postal service/social media!

It seems that the legendary völur finally disappeared in around the 10th century. The Roman Catholic church had laws enacted against them, meaning that their work was either no longer required, or the newly converted Christian rulers of Scandinavia/Europe would have had them captured and killed if they didn’t keep a low profile.

But despite these events, and the centuries that have since passed, I truly do not believe that the völur simply ceased to exist. Perhaps the stories and folklore surrounding them is exaggerated, but there must be at least some truth in them. Even if they didn’t perform ‘magic’ in the sense that we imagine it today, maybe they were just deeply spiritual people who were able to use their vast knowledge of the world around them to help ply their trade.

Why There’s Nothing Wrong With Being Common

As a regular on heathen Facebook groups and forums, I see a lot of posts from people claiming to be descendants of famous vikings, mostly Ragnar Lodbrok. 

Now, I’m no DNA expert, so although I am extremely sceptical of these claims, I can neither prove or disprove them. Perhaps there is some truth to certain people’s posts on this subject; equally, they could just be lying to make themselves sound cool and interesting. But it begs the question: what is wrong with being a commoner? 

I am not ashamed to admit that I come from pretty ordinary, boring stock. My ancestors were mostly piss-poor farmers and labourers. A few were soldiers who fought for their countries, one was, rather controversially, involved with the IRA. Probably the most exciting of them all was a doctor from Lancashire (England) who helped to found a Manchester medical school. 

During my family tree research, I also discovered that my maternal three times great grandmother was a prostitute. Members of my own family were repulsed by this, but when I dug a little further I realised that she was just doing what she could to feed her very large family, as her alcoholic husband was about as much use as a chocolate teapot.

I have roots stretching across England, Ireland, Scandinavia, central and Eastern Europe, and all the way to Canada and Australia. Yet none of the hundreds of ancestors that I’ve researched, and more than likely the thousands that I’ll never know, were particularly great. But that doesn’t mean I’m not grateful to them for their sacrifices.

Every decision made by those who lived before us led to our existence. So what if they weren’t famous, or even very interesting? They’re still our blood!

If you are still ashamed of your ancestors after reading this, then my advice would be to do something about it – create an amazing life and legacy for yourself, so that your own descendants can look back and be proud of your achievements. Continue kidding yourself and others that you’re related to legendary heroes from long ago. But really, in the end, the only things you’re doing are living a lie, and insulting the people who brought you here. You’re committing a severe injustice to them, as well as yourself. 

My dad always says that our family are “as common as horse shit on a country road” – and you know what? I’m proud to be so!