When the Rave Comes to the Knoll

People standing in a ritual circle around a campfire with tents and festival decorations in a forest clearing at dusk

Author’s note: I have not had direct conversations with the owners, stewards, or current administration of Raven’s Knoll about KN¿WHERE Festival. I am not speaking for Raven’s Knoll, Kaleidoscope Gathering, Hail and Horn Gathering, KN¿WHERE, or the wider Pagan community. These are my own personal reflections, and mine alone, based on public information, memory, history, and concern for land that has meant a great deal to many of us.

There is a strange spell moving over Raven’s Knoll this year.

KN¿WHERE Festival is scheduled for early June at Raven’s Knoll, bringing a large electronic music and camping festival onto land that many Pagans and Heathens do not see as just a campground.

That distinction matters.

Raven’s Knoll has been many things over the years. It has been a campground. It has been a festival site. It has been a work site. It has been a business. It has been a gathering place. It has been, for some of us, home.

But it has also been sacred land.

That is the part I keep coming back to.

The Knoll was never just land

For many Pagans in Ontario and beyond, Raven’s Knoll became a home space around 2010, 2011, when Kaleidoscope Gathering found a permanent site there. Before that, Kaleidoscope Gathering had a more transient nature. It moved. It lived where it could live. Bob’s land. Gina’s land. Whispering Pines. Other places. It was carried by volunteers, by people showing up, by folk doing the work because the festival mattered enough to keep alive.

In those earlier days, my memory of KG is that the goal was simple: make enough money to run again next year.

That was the business model, if we can even call it that.

Survive. Gather. Feed the thing. Keep the doors open for next year.

Over time, that changed.

Kaleidoscope Gathering became tied to Raven’s Knoll as a permanent home. Raven’s Knoll itself became more established. The land developed. Sacred spaces were created. Structures changed. Policies changed. Leadership changed. The feel of things changed.

And somewhere along the way, at least from my own perspective, KG moved from being a festival shaped heavily by the people who attended it toward being a festival shaped more clearly by the people who run it.

That is not automatically evil.

Large events need structure. Land needs maintenance. Insurance exists. Hydro exists. Roads, toilets, wells, equipment, staffing, emergency plans, vendor systems, ticketing, food safety, fire rules, and municipal expectations do not magically take care of themselves.

But something changes when a folk gathering becomes a managed entity.

Something changes when a community space becomes a venue.

Something changes when sacred land also has to function as a business property.

And I think we need to be honest enough to sit with that tension.

Hail and Horn has changed too

The Heathen festival I was referring to was Hail and Horn Gathering.

That matters because Hail and Horn is not just another event on the calendar. It is tied directly to the Vé, to god-poles, to blót, húsel, symbel, the raising of sacred structures, and the maintenance of a Heathen sacred enclosure.

Looking at recent public materials, Hail and Horn itself appears to have gone through visible changes over the last few years. There have been changes in scheduling, volunteer structure, feast logistics, recognition practices, accessibility, non-alcoholic participation, and the way community decision-making is handled.

Again, change is not automatically bad.

Sometimes change is needed because a thing has grown.

Sometimes change is needed because the old structure can no longer carry the weight.

Sometimes change is a sign of health.

But sometimes change also leaves people wondering where the centre is now.

Who is the land for?

Who gets heard?

Who is considered part of the folk?

Who is a volunteer?

Who is staff?

Who is family?

Who is a customer?

And who gets called “not a team player” when they no longer fit the direction things are going?

My own sore spot

I need to name my own baggage here.

I volunteered at Kaleidoscope Gathering for roughly eight years. I volunteered at Raven’s Knoll. I lived there for a time. I worked. I helped. I cared about the place.

Then it became time for me to move on.

About a year after that, I was deemed by the owners to be “not a team player” and removed from staff at Raven’s Knoll and from staff at Kaleidoscope Gathering.

That is a sore spot for me.

I would be lying if I pretended otherwise.

And because it is a sore spot, I have to be careful. My hurt is not evidence of current wrongdoing. My personal history is not proof of anyone’s present motives. My experience does not give me the right to turn this into a revenge piece.

But it does shape the question I keep asking:

What does “team player” mean in the current Raven’s Knoll structure?

Does it mean someone who serves the land?

Does it mean someone who serves the community?

Does it mean someone who supports the owners?

Does it mean someone who does not question the direction?

Does it mean someone who helps keep the machine running?

I do not know the answer.

But when sacred land is also a business, the meaning of loyalty can get complicated very quickly.

Now KN¿WHERE enters the picture

This is where KN¿WHERE Festival becomes more than just another booking.

A rave-style bass music festival at Raven’s Knoll is not automatically a disaster. I want to be clear about that.

Rave culture, at its best, carries its own forms of community, embodiment, music, movement, release, care, chosen family, and ecstatic experience. Pagans should not be too quick to sneer at dancing, altered states, night music, drums, lights, or people seeking freedom in a field.

We have our own versions of that.

So this is not “ravers bad, Pagans good.”

That would be lazy.

The issue is not the music.

The issue is not the dancing.

The issue is not outsiders coming onto the land.

The issue is whether sacred land can host a large non-Pagan festival without having its sacredness reduced to atmosphere.

That is the line.

Sacred space is not scenery

Raven’s Knoll contains sacred gardens, art, ritual spaces, installations, shrines, the Vé, the Sacred Well, and places that have meaning because people have returned to them again and again with devotion.

Those spaces are not decorations.

They are not photo backdrops.

They are not “cool forest features.”

They are not interactive art unless they were created to be interacted with.

They are not rave infrastructure.

They are not there to add mystical branding to someone else’s weekend.

Most damage to sacred things does not begin with malice.

Often, it begins with ignorance.

Someone wanders somewhere they should not. Someone takes a picture they should not. Someone climbs something they do not understand. Someone leaves garbage. Someone thinks a shrine is an art piece. Someone thinks a god-pole is a prop. Someone thinks a sacred boundary is just rope.

And by the time everyone agrees that it mattered, the damage is already done.

The Witches’ Sabbat memory

Some of us remember Witches’ Sabbat at Raven’s Knoll.

Some remember it fondly. Some remember the way it ended. Some remember the spiral. Some remember the spitting incident. Some remember the rupture that followed.

I am not going to re-litigate that here. I was not in every room. I do not know every side. I am not turning memory into courtroom testimony.

But I will say this: Raven’s Knoll has already seen what happens when sacred space, conflict, public festival culture, and community trust collide.

You can repair a physical object.

You can clean stone.

You can rebuild a path.

You can replace rope.

You can replant a garden.

Trust is harder.

Trust is the real sacred infrastructure.

What happens if something is defaced?

This remains the question I cannot shake.

What happens if one of the sacred spaces is defaced?

What happens if multiple sacred spaces are disturbed?

What happens if someone wanders into the Vé?

What happens if someone messes with the Sacred Well?

What happens if someone treats a shrine as festival décor?

What happens if there is spray paint, stickers, carving, broken glass, garbage, bodily fluids, or some “funny” social media moment that is not funny to the people who hold the land sacred?

And more importantly:

Is there a clear plan before anything happens?

Because if there is a plan, then this is a managed risk.

If there is no plan, then this is a test of luck.

Sacred land should not be protected by luck.

What I would hope is in place

I do not know what has been arranged between Raven’s Knoll and KN¿WHERE. There may be strong protections already in place. There may be maps, signage, security, restricted areas, and staff briefings I know nothing about.

I hope there are.

If I were looking at this as someone who cares about the land, I would hope for at least the following:

  • Clear maps showing which sacred spaces are fully off-limits.
  • Physical barriers around sensitive areas, not just vague instructions.
  • Visible signs explaining that these are sacred sites, not decorations.
  • Security or land stewards assigned specifically to sacred-space protection.
  • A sacred-site orientation for KN¿WHERE staff, volunteers, and security.
  • A written removal policy for anyone crossing those boundaries.
  • A post-event inspection of all sacred spaces.
  • A restoration protocol if anything is damaged.
  • Transparent communication with the Pagan and Heathen community if something goes wrong.

That last one matters.

If something happens and the response is silence, minimization, or “it was just a festival,” the wound will be larger than the damage itself.

What does the Pagan community think?

That is harder to answer.

From what I can find publicly, much of the visible discussion around KN¿WHERE is not coming from Pagan spaces. It is coming from local residents, municipal concerns, rave communities, and festivalgoers trying to decide whether they trust the event after previous issues.

Some people seem excited.

Some people seem skeptical.

Some people want Ontario to have a strong bass music festival.

Some people are worried about logistics, trust, noise, safety, fire, refunds, and whether the event is ready.

But I have not seen enough public Pagan commentary to say, “the Pagan community thinks this.”

And maybe we will not really know until after the event happens.

That may be the uncomfortable truth.

The deeper concern

My concern is not only KN¿WHERE.

My concern is the direction of the land.

Over the last five years, Raven’s Knoll has changed. Kaleidoscope Gathering has changed. Hail and Horn Gathering has changed. The land itself has changed. The language around events has changed. The structure has changed.

Some of those changes may be necessary.

Some may be good.

Some may be overdue.

But change always raises a stewardship question:

What is being preserved while the structure evolves?

If Raven’s Knoll becomes more financially stable but less spiritually rooted, is that a win?

If more people come to the land but fewer understand what the land is, is that growth?

If sacred spaces remain physically intact but become background scenery for non-Pagan branding, have they really been protected?

If the land survives as a venue but weakens as a home space, what exactly has been saved?

Hospitality without surrender

I do not believe the answer is to close the gates forever.

I do not believe every non-Pagan event is a threat.

I do not believe Pagans should respond with panic, purity politics, or mob behaviour.

Hospitality matters.

Shared space matters.

Financial survival matters.

But hospitality without boundaries is not hospitality.

It is surrender.

If Raven’s Knoll is going to welcome large non-Pagan events, then the sacred identity of the land has to be made plain. Not hidden. Not assumed. Not whispered among those who already know.

Plain.

This land has sacred spaces.

This land has gods and spirits honoured on it.

This land has community memory embedded in it.

This land is not blank.

Come dance here if you are invited.

Come camp here if you are invited.

Come celebrate here if you are invited.

But do not mistake welcome for ownership.

Do not mistake beauty for permission.

Do not mistake sacred space for scenery.

What questions should be asked?

I think respectful questions are fair.

  • Which sacred spaces will be off-limits during KN¿WHERE?
  • How will those boundaries be marked?
  • Will attendees be told Raven’s Knoll is Pagan and Heathen sacred land?
  • Who will monitor the Vé, sacred gardens, ritual spaces, and Sacred Well?
  • Are KN¿WHERE staff and volunteers being briefed on the sacred nature of the site?
  • What happens if someone crosses a boundary?
  • Will Raven’s Knoll inspect and publicly report on the condition of sacred spaces afterward?

Those are not hostile questions.

Those are stewardship questions.

If a place is sacred to a community, the community is allowed to care how it is protected.

My hope

My hope is simple.

I hope nothing bad happens.

I hope KN¿WHERE comes and goes cleanly.

I hope people dance, camp, listen to music, respect the land, respect the rules, and leave Raven’s Knoll no worse than they found it.

I hope the organizers understand they are not just renting a field.

They are stepping onto land with history.

Land with memory.

Land with devotion.

Land with wounds.

Land with gods.

Land with community ghosts, living and dead.

I hope Raven’s Knoll remains Raven’s Knoll.

Not just a venue.

Not just a brand.

Not just “a cool place for a festival.”

A Pagan home space.

A Heathen home space.

A place where sacred things still mean something.

Final thought

The real test is not whether Raven’s Knoll can host a rave.

The real test is whether Raven’s Knoll can host a rave and still be recognized afterward as sacred land.

That is the spell being cast.

And like all spells, the result will depend on preparation, intention, boundaries, and what people are willing to protect.

Godspeed.

Hail and Horn Gathering

The following information is gathered from multiple posts sourced on the website for Ravens Knoll.  

More commonly referred to as HHG, Hail and Horn is an annual gathering organized by Canadian Heathens to express in fullness an ancient religious custom. The gathering is anchored by three intertwined rituals – blót, húsel and symbel – and a deep reverence for the Gods.
HHG seeks to appeal to as many interests our varied participants enjoy. It is hoped that those who come will be able to express their relationships to the Gods, Ancestors and community however they feel most comfortable. That said, a happy medium between boisterous and introspective behaviour is the goal, so that everyone respects each other’s sensibilities at the proper times and places.

Why is the festival called the Hail and Horn Gathering?

The festival is named for the values that are embodied each year in the actions of the people who attend.

“Hail” is about the worship of the Gods. The word “hail” means something which is healthy, holy, and wholesome. The whole of the HHG experience is orchestrated around the worship of the various holy powers (Gods, Ancestors, and land-spirits). Each year a new Goddess or God is selected to be given a central place in the community’s worship and a god-pole is raised by the folk to their honour, constituting a blót. The central theme of the weekend event is constructed around the mythos and esthetics of that deity so that a right ritual experience is the result.

“Horn” is about sacred social communion. The use of the “horn” is both symbolic and physical, as we not only share good words with each other in the hall, but also ever bear in mind the social bonds that rallying around the horn entails. At the ritual of symbel (sumbel) we sit within a metaphoric hall, upon benches pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, speaking boldly of our successes and gratitude to friends, family, and Ancestors.

A “gathering” is a time and place where community is built through the work of frið. HHG encourages kindreds, circle, study groups, groves, banners, hearths, and individuals to be together with other Heathen folk. We all recognize each group and person’s individuality, but also that we share common bonds and can work side-by-side with one another to accomplish shared goals, shared laughs by the hearth fire, or share a relationship with the holy powers. Gatherings of friends, kinships, and individuals was an important historic activity, as it is today. At HHG community building is a principle focus.

HHG is constructed to be a holistic, immersive experience. All of the rituals are connected to one another. It is hoped that those coming to the festival will feel drawn to a high degree of participation and engagement. It is an event of the folk, for the folk. It is not an event for tourists. The registration fees are structured to reflect this philosophy. (See “Are gifts required?” for more context on this second point.)

That said, it is understood that people can find the weekend to be a demanding one, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Also, some people simply do not have the time off work or have child-care responsibilities to which they must see. Therefore, any level of participation must be determined on a personal basis.

Many do find volunteering “behind the scenes”, prepping food or setting tables, to be an important act of devotion to the Gods as well as folk. This is always appreciated by all.

So, yes, it is possible, but it is not encouraged and doing so is less cost effective.

What are the rituals like?

It is difficult to fully describe the feel of the rituals, but we will do our best.

Some have commented that the rituals are both powerful and introspective. Others find greater happiness in the sharing of food with friends, than the raising of a god-pole. As there are many different people coming to HHG, the “feels” of each are manifold. Many will tell you that at least one of the rituals has been incredibly meaningful and transformative.

The rituals are, in reality, not truly separate from one another. They are threads woven together to create a grander ceremony that is the tapestry of the whole festival. Each ritual relates to the others of the weekend, which is why people are encouraged to attend for the entire weekend. The esoteric rite often stands most apart from the other rituals, but it can provide a keystone of understanding linking the entire weekend’s experience for some people.

What is a blót?

Ask a hundred Heathens, you will get a hundred answers. Therefore, we will describe blót in the context of HHG. Each year, a God or Goddess aligned with the ætt (tribe or clan) of the Æsir is carved into a pole which is raised in the Æsir Vé by the folk. Many offerings are given to the Gods, foremost of which are some of the raw ingredients which will be used to prepare the húsel feast on the next day. Once the god-pole (an idol) is raised, the folk are welcome to return throughout the weekend (and in the future) to give further offerings, building upon the gift cycle. This is the ritual where the most personal interactions with the Gods takes place.

What is a suitable offering at blót?

Most anything can be a suitable offering. Many folk give mead (or other alcoholic strong drink), coins, jewelry, fruit, etc. Whatever is of importance to the giver is believed to be well-received in the . Some give in relation to the nature of their request or as a thank you for favours already received. Offerings are usually symbolic and/or personal. For the most part, offerings that are considered to contravene the rules of the Vé are forbidden (such as items containing human body fluids).

Offerings are removed periodically from the Vé to be sunk in the Raven’s Knool Sacred Well or burnt in a sacred fire if it is not possible to sink them in the Well. Thus, please refrain from offering plastics or polluting items. Also, food items are much more likely to be quickly removed from the Vé and ritually transformed and sent on their way, in order to protect the lives of local wildlife that could become problematic visitors (such as bears and coy-wolves).

What is an esoteric ritual and do I need to attend?

An esoteric ritual at HHG is a ritual containing mainly sorcerous or mystical elements. Long after nightfall on the night of the blót, a ritual is held to honour of Holy Power of the year. The ritual may include elements of divination, trance-work, possession, or performance. These rituals tend to by heavily influenced by personal or collective gnosis and may have more syncretic elements than other rituals at the gathering. It is important to note that not everyone is expected to participate. Some HHG participants prefer to relax after a long day by the hearth fire and reflect upon moments experienced at the blót. This is the ritual where the mystical and otherworldly experiences tend to occur (or, in reflection, afterwards).

What is húsel?

The húsel is a sacred feast. The feast consists of a multi-course menu, thematically connected to the nature of the God or Goddess honoured in the given year. The menu is balanced and is inspired by the historic foodways of Heathen peoples and those they encountered. The meal is considered a sacral feast and is not just a meal with entertainment. The húsel is the link between the blót and symbel. The blót is for the Gods, the húsel is where the folk eat with one another, with the Gods, and with the Ancestors. We eat the same foods at húsel that are offered to the Gods in blót, húsel is an extension of blót. Many attendees volunteer to prepare the feast, others selflessly offering to provide table service to the majority and all enjoying the privilege of soulful eating in pleasant company. We serve each other and the Gods at húsel. This is the ritual where less formal relations are developed between people, the Gods, and the Ancestors.

What is symbel?

The symbel (sumbel) is a form of communal ritual where words are spoken over a horn from which one drinks. At HHG, we use a more historically-inspired form of symbel than most. We sit in hall-like tents, side-by-side at the bench. An alcoholic beverage is used to fill the ceremonial drinking horn, Friðdrífa. The drink is made sacred through a blessing (i.e., hammer hallowed). A Byrele (Hornbearer) carries the drinking vessel to those who would speak. They may give toasts to whomever they wish and boast how they will. At a point, gifts are exchanged by those who would do so, during a part of the symbel called the “Giftstool” (the gifting round). At HHG, we do not oath at symbel as, understanding the sacral mechanics of the ritual, we cannot hold each other to follow-through as vast distances may separate us. It should be noted that boasting about something that is going to happen in the future gets into the realm of an oath, so the wording for such an utterance must be chosen carefully or avoided. This is the ritual were the most personal interactions between people takes place.

Wolfsong Gathering

Day One

I left work around 2:30 AM the car was all ready packed up and ready to go. I hit Tim’s for a coffee and a muffin and a quick stop at the bank for some cash and was off and running.

This will be my first May 24 long week-end at Magic Morn, normally I am some where else, but this year the tides changed. The trip out was non-eventful, and minimal traffic. Although I did stop midpoint to grab a two hour power nap. I probably could have made it out in one shot but I needed to get a few last minutes supplies. Food is an important thing.
I arrived onsite at about 9:30 am on Friday and it looks like I am the early bird. I prattle around for about an hour decompressing before setting up camp in my usual spot for Ancestorfest (Wolfsong II). It is a decently shaded spot along the tree line until about midday and it is probably the closest spot I can get to the fire pit, which is handy when you are walking back to your tent in the dark. I get my tent set up with bedroll etc and decide to leave the rest in the car till later as sleep is still needed. Whilst I was setting up got a message from Lisa asking if that was me she saw driving in to which I give a yes response. She replies back.. cool I will see you when I am done feeding the horses.

Around noon it is starting to get really warm, and windy. Lisa had come down to say Hi and I decide to try lay down for a nap. I toss and turn in the heat, wind has really picked up, and my tent blew in but recovered from it. Then that happened again… so much for withstanding 30 kph winds. Well fuck me I decide to move the tent.

At this point another fester has shown up and starts to set up near me, we exchange hellos and then I head off to scope out other set up spots. I find a perfect shaded spot in the woods between the Underworld larp site and Faerie camp. The wind is not penetrating the trees as bad here. The downside of this site there are lots of bugs, and it is far from the fire pit. Thankfully I have note fully unloaded the car so moving was not difficult, save for the fact I managed to kill my car battery. Rule 2 of camping bring booster cables cause you just never know when you or someone else may need a boost. I set up fully this time as I am about 200 feet from where the car is now and I really don’t want to truck stuff in later. Dang bugs and I have no bug spray.

I still cannot sleep. I guess to many tims on my way here. Kim Morgan is back on site and we chat for a while while chatting discover how many have past in the Pagan community over the last year. Death toll has been high. We also chat about the pagan community in general.

Ok one more time try grab some sleep after feeding my face and hydrating. It is now about 5:30 in the afternoon. Success finally! Only to be woken at midnight by a migraine. Damnit. I fumble in tent to find flashlight and Scarf down some pain meds, allergy meds and fire up stove to steam my head. Meanwhile I hear drumming….people hailing… laughter and drums. Darn freaking migraine I am in no shape to people right now. Rule 3 leave your flashlight where it can be found easily in the dark. Migraine gone after about an hour. But I am physically drained by the pain it caused. I go back to bed and wake up at 7:30 am, scarf down some more pain/allergy meds and on to day two.

Navigating Festival Changes and Personal Loss

I have been debating this post for a few days, not sure how to put into words my feelings. As this festival season was ramping up and looking to be in the clear and a strong possibility of happening I was myself getting amped. Pulling out the drums, checking fest gear, getting set to book holidays. Looking forward to seeing old friends and planning. This would be my second year on staff of a long running festival. Albeit there were many who believed I was staff since around 2011ish this was not the case.

The last three years have been tough with the suicide of a friend, moving, quitting a job of seven years. Moving in with friends for a year and having that friendship go sideways after i moved out continuing my journey. Dealing with the fall out of that. Then the unexpected death of an old friend. And fucking Covid for the last two damn years. All the while doing the “just keep swimming” thing, trying to keep my head above water and just keep moving forward.

So on to a few days ago, the first post regarding staff meeting for the festival. Sweet!!! there was the standard when should we have it poll. I responded to that thinking we possibly should have more than one as the unexpected death I mentioned earlier was a person who for many many years was an integral part of said festival. Two or so hours past no further commentary, then I receive a message advising me that I have been removed from staff, and the staff group by the festival hosts.

No precursor ‘hey how are you doing’ … ‘what have you been up to?’ First time I have heard from them in months (November to be exact). Apparently I was deemed “not a team player” and “not a good fit.” And this is hilarious as the last time I was there they were having electrical issues, at which time I offered knowledge on the source of said issue, as well as provided answers and suggestions on others.

So for those who may look for me in that familiar role as a fire keeper this year, sadly, that will not be. I wish all the staff there the best, exit stage left.

Upcoming Gathers

Hey Folks I just got off the phone with Kim Morgan and pleased to say with restrictions being lifted and everyone looking to get back to nature back to seeing friends Just want to give you a heads up.

Wolfsong Gathering is happening this May Long week-end. I know I am looking forward to hopefully being there. The gathering takes place at Magik Morn owned and operated by Kim Morgan it is located in/near Lindsey Ontario. Rough Camping, Bring your own water, No electricity on site, but it is a wonderful venue.
Magik Morn. 761 Fleetwood Road, Kawartha Lakes
Date of Event: Friday May 20th to Monday, May 23, 2022

Dedication to Brigid

Years ago I had the opportunity to do an opening ritual for a one night event. I had planned on a full on ritual to Brigid, my patron saint. The mother of my chosen Pagan path. I had planned on a full ritual for this opening with proper corners being called, and a full proper invocation to request her to join us on that evening. This event was happening on Pagan owned land and it led into a large scale 5 day Pagan event. I was not allowed to do the full on ritual. The event co-ordinators of the one small scale one night event felt it was to “pagan” and because I was a solo practitioner and not a full recognized “priest” on a Wiccan path or part of the ADF that I should not do a full ritual for fear that I might insult those on those paths. Since that event I have spoken to many people and their response has always been there is no 100 percent correct way to do this, and for the most part there may be some scripting but a lot of times there is a lot of adlibbing and I should have done what I wanted to do. Heck I even had a custom robe made for this one night just so I could be in the right frame of mind.

For this night we had myself plus two other fire keepers, neither of whom had partaken in performing a ritual, I asked one to speak on the healing aspects of Brig, the other to speak on the Smith craft of Brig, and I spoke on the hearth/fire aspect. The fire pit where the ritual took place is approximately 15 feet in diameter. Each fire keeper had his own fire within that pit to tend to. So three separate fires that at the conclusion of my portion were brought to one fire.

SO here is my portion of this ritual that was approved, I was the last to speak and unfortunately do not have the words spoken by the other keepers as they winged it. I wrote mine down.

Brigid Bright goddess who is three within one.

Brigid the healer, Brigid the Smith, Brigid keeper of the Sacred Flame

You were born with the blaze of the morning sun, Flame from Sky to Earth. Arrow bright

Brigid of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Daughter of Dagda, Mother of Ruadán. Tonite we choose to honor you as we celebrate and gather round these fires and bring the three to one. As you are one, The tribe to is one.

Myth of Ratatoskr

This is a myth of Ratatoskr. For the uninitiated he is the squirrel who runs up and down the world tree Yggdrasil to carry messages between the eagle perched atop Yggdrasil, and the serpent Níðhöggr who dwells beneath one of the three roots of the tree.

This myth does not appear in the Poetic Edda, it like many myths are told mostly by bards. Past down verbally and embellished by each teller as the story gets told again and again. The first time I heard it was at a gathering known as Hail And Horn at Ravens Knoll some time between 2013 and 2015. I credit it to a young man by the name of Scott if my memory serves me correctly. And now on to the story.

Ratatoskr as we do know from the Eddas is a squirrel. He runs up and down Yggdrasil carrying messages between the Eagle perched upon its top, and the serpent Níðhöggr who resides beneath. Ratatoskr would get very hungry and constantly would be gathering food as he ran up and down Yggdrasil. When he reached the top of the tree to deliver messages or latest barb to the eagle from Níðhöggr he would have to open his mouth to speak and in doing so would drop all the acorns and such he had gathered on his way up. These would fall and invariably drop on some unsuspecting travelers head. Ratatoskr would try to apologize but in his excited state all that would come out of his mouth would be chittering. This as you could imagine would be returned by yelling and things being thrown back at poor Ratatoskr by the passersby. Ratatoskr would receive messages from the eagle and begin is trip back down the tree again gathering food as he went. Sometimes his mouth would be full so he would just knock acorns and the like on to the ground and again these would sometimes hit people. He would try to apologize but again with his mouth full all that came out of it would be the contents of his cheeks, and more chittering.

When Ratatoskr reached the ground he would try to gather up what he had dropped, and stash the food in the nearest hole. Usually these holes were Dwarf Mines. He would have so many pine cones, acorns and other seeds he would some times fill these holes to capacity. This would infuriate the Dwarves. As sometimes they would get trapped in the mines under tonnes of seeds, or their mines would be so full they would have to dig them out again so they could resume work. This might seem trivial but all this having to redo work that was all ready done meant the dwarves were delayed in other tasks, such as making weapons, jewelry and the like for the Gods and the realm of man. So now the Gods were furious because they were not getting their trinkets.

In the mean time Ratatoskr would deliver the messages from the eagle to Níðhöggr and the whole process would repeat. If your wondering why the squirrel did this to begin with it may have something to do with an agreement between the eagle and Níðhöggr that allowed Ratatoskr to travel up and down Yggdrasil and not be eaten as he reached the top or the bottom.

So at this point we have the realm of man, and the Aesir, and the Vanir and many others furious with this poor squirrel. They would chase him with brooms, throw rocks at him, empty out his caches of food. So now is he not only running up and down all day to gather food, exchanging messages so he does not get eaten he is having to run for his life to. Well one day he decided to stop and stop he did. The 9 realms rejoiced no longer did they have this insidious fury little creature acosting them on their walks. No longer did the dwarves have to dig themselves out of their holes and dig new ones to get back to their mining. Every one started to get their bobbles and weapons when they were supposed to. Things we great.

The seasons passed, Winter, spring etc. For two passings of the seasons no one saw Ratatoskr and no one cared. Then things started to happen. You see few new trees, few new strawberries and the like were appearing. The forest creatures were now starving because no new plants were growing. The spring rains came and there were mud slides and flooding the likes of which the 9 realms had ever seen. Yggdrasil was heavily laden with seeds, the ground at its roots softened and eroded by flooding. The dwarven mines were pools.

The eagle would perch upon the top of Yggdrasil and Yggdrasil would shake. Níðhöggr would coil around the base of Yggdrasil to try hold it steady but in doing so would clamp around it so tightly that Yggdrasil began to starve for water. Yggdrasil was dying. The eagle would begin to flap his great wings as he held tightly to Yggdrasils top in his attempt to hold Yggdrasil upright. The winds from his flapping were causing remaining trees to topple. No one in the 9 realms understood what was happening and blamed each of the other realms for the current state of affairs. Ragnarok was coming.

The Aesir gathered in preparation they believed as others that Ragnarok had arrived. They went to Odin, all father, the All Knowing and pleaded with him to do something. Yggdrasil is dying they said, the animals are starving, we have nothing to hunt, we cannot gather food. We have no weapons because the dwarves cannot get into their mines. All the realms are hurting.

Odin looked around and he saw the devastation, he travelled the 9 realms and it was the same every where. On his travels he realized something was missing but could not quite figure out what. He went to Yggdrasil and indeed it was dying. He could feel Níðhöggr straining to hold up the great tree, he could see the eagle perched upon its top flapping his wings his attempt to hold the tree upright. Where was Ratatoskr?

Odin sat at the base of Yggdrasil for a day, no Ratatoskr, he sat there for a week, no Ratatoskr. After two weeks he stood up and went to the Aesir and asked if anyone has seen the squirrel and they all replied they had not. But they all had replied they were happy that he was gone. Again he went to the dwarves and asked the same and the response was the same.

Odin asked the eagle and Níðhöggr when they last saw Ratatoskr and their response was we have not seen him for two passing’s of the seasons. It was then Odin realized what was going on. He put out a call to the 9 realms to have Ratatoskr found. Nearly a month went by and indeed it looked like Ragnarok had arrived but finally Ratatoskr was found. Odin went to him and asked why he went away.

Ratatoskr recanted his story, he was tired of being chased, being yelled at, having stones thrown at him, having his food caches destroyed. He was tired of running up and down the tree all day and being loathed by the all the realms. But mostly he was tired and hungry and just wanted to sleep and eat. Odin looked at him and apologized to Ratatoskr. Odin explained to Ratatoskr that the 9 realms cannot survive without him. For even though Ratatoskr was small he did many important jobs that seemed insignificant on the surface, but overall they have a major impact on the welfare of the the 9 worlds. Odin then went on to say he will speak to the dwarves, and all the realms and explain that they need to be kind to Ratatoskr for without him the end would come. Ratatoskr agreed to go back to work, as he truly did miss it. The realms grumbled but the eagle and Níðhöggr were happy they could have their fun poking at each other again, and pass other messages about. The realms slowly returned to normal, Food was plentiful for all. The world tree recovered.

SO the Next time you see a squirrel… Be patient be understanding. For without him Ragnarok will come.

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