Here at Heathen Hearth it was just me and the housewights. This is the first solo blot I've done since Ostara '98, so it was kind of different for me. I kept saying "we" instead if "I" because I'm used to doing it that way.. odd feeling.

I like to do my Harvest Blot at twilight on the Harvest Moon, which is the full moon following the Autumnal Equinox.. if it happens to fall on the night of the Equinox it even better, because Mani will rise due west, just as Sunna sinks due east, and Midgard is at a state of perfect balance... woo!

I held my rites on the back porch here in Clear Lake City. The patio wall made a nice harrow. The
sacrifice of choice this year was Fat Tire Ale, which I can now get by the case at Sam's. It's dark and thick, just the way Frey likes it. ( www.newbelgium.com ) With just me and the shrubbery, the three round sumble was quicker than most hereabouts. I toasted the Lord and Lady, the Heroes of Flight 93, and for the third round I brought out my trusty niðing pole. I don't often compose a nið for Harvest time, but this year I felt the urge to raise up the Horsehead in the general direction of Kabul. The full text of the nið follows:

<nid>
I set this nið!

I set this nið against those
who attack our glorious land
with hateful terror

I set this nið against those
who in ugly costumes
and unkempt beards
as well as in suits and ties
abuse the wisdom of their ancestors
their ancient ways
and their present faith

I set this nið against those
who want to silence
the mouths of others
so that their stupid bellowing
will be heard

I set this nið against those
who put themselves above others
who trample their brothers
because of a different faith

Upon the heads of these miscreants
I call all powers!

I call upon the gnomes
and the little people
to scratch their bodies and disturb their sleep

I call upon the dwarf-smiths
to lay an iron ring
around their necks
giving no room for their spirit
no room for breath
to speak evil

I call upon Surt and the fire thurses
from the blazes of Muspelheim
that they may burn to death
before other may burn
at their hands

I call on the Trolls
to twist their vision
so they may strike each other down
before they have the chance
to strike others down

I call upon the Vanir
that these men
have their manhood gelded
never being able to create
anything good for themselves
never having peace or harvest
as long as they want to hinder
others from doing the same

I call upon Thor
that he will protect us
from demonic evil
I call his wrath against these fanatics
who want to cause others pain

I call upon the Norns
that they may judge
these miscreants hard
so that not even death
will free them
from their evil deeds

I set this nið
until these zealous slaves
of evil and ignorance
have tasted revenge rightly
until each and all can stand
by their land, their people and their faith
wherever in our world
they may choose to live
</nid>

That ought to fix them! :P