Last week, our kindred here took a massive and
damaging body blow. Sandi, our beloved
most elder member, died in her sleep probably early in the morning of August
15. She had had health problems, but
this was still completely unexpected.
She leaves behind a daughter, two sons and at least one grandchild.
Sandi and her family are all heathens. Since the family is still very much in shock,
there is a service planned for the 25th, but even that plan is
tentative. I respect that, but the
kindred was hurting and very much needed a mourning ritual.
Asatru as practiced in the Americas is still
new. 40 years or so is not even a blink
of an eye in human history. I turned to
“Our Troth” for a funeral rite, but the organization is still so new that there
has not been the need for one yet. Sven
did a little search on the internet and found a ritual, but it needed lots of
tweaking to make it into what we wanted.
What we wanted was a rite in which we could not
only say goodbye to Sandi, but given the suddenness of her departure we also
wanted to make sure she was supplied for the journey. She took care of us for years, with food, her
wealth of experience and her indomitable spirit. Now we could take care of her.
Here is the ritual as we made it. All names are pseudonyms:
RITE OF PASSING
[ Sven lights the fire, blessing the
fire by placing the Mjollnir on the fire and asking the gods to use this fire
to send our gifts and prayers to Sandi. ]
Signy: We call the gods here today
to witness the passing of one of our kin from Midgard. May they all take note
that today a great person, Sandi, has passed from us. May Heimdall guide her on
her journey across the Bifrost bridge.
Sven/Dana:: Havamal 76-77
76.
Deyr fé, Cattle Die
deyja frændr, Kinsmen Die
deyr sjalfr it sama, We ourselves shall die.
en orðstírr One’s good name will never die
deyr aldregi, of one who has taken it.
hveim er sér góðan getr.
77.
Deyr fé, Cattle Die
deyja frændr, Kinsmen Die
deyr sjalfr it sama, We ourselves shall die
ek veit einn, This I know will never die
at aldrei deyr: the fame of the dead’s deeds
dómr um dauðan hvern.
Deyr fé, Cattle Die
deyja frændr, Kinsmen Die
deyr sjalfr it sama, We ourselves shall die.
en orðstírr One’s good name will never die
deyr aldregi, of one who has taken it.
hveim er sér góðan getr.
77.
Deyr fé, Cattle Die
deyja frændr, Kinsmen Die
deyr sjalfr it sama, We ourselves shall die
ek veit einn, This I know will never die
at aldrei deyr: the fame of the dead’s deeds
dómr um dauðan hvern.
Bob: Heimskringla - Yngling’s Saga #8
Odin established the same law in his land that
had been in force
in Asaland.
Thus he established by law that all dead men should
be burned, and their belongings laid with them
upon the pile, and
the ashes be cast into the sea or buried in the
earth. Thus,
said he, every one will come to Valhalla with
the riches he had
with him upon the pile; and he would also enjoy
whatever he
himself had buried in the earth.
Xerxes: Let us
now toast Sandi and the deeds that made her great.
(Each person takes the horn and says why Sandi meant so much to
them.)
Signy- Sandi has left us. We will not let her travel empty-handed. Who has something for Sandi to take with her
on her journey?
Each person comes up to the pyre.
To each person Steph says “What gift do you bring so that Sandi will be well
supplied?” The giftgiver then responds by holding up whatever object it is they
have brought to leave with the deceased and explains the significance of the
object.
Clarisse- Sandi, may you fare well. We thank the gods
for their presence may they and the spirits of the land, the Landvattir,
keep this place safe from all ill wishers.
Signy: From the gods to the earth to us / from us to
the earth to the gods, hail! this rite is ended. But the folk go on. [While pouring the libation in the fire or
over the howe.\
[People are encouraged to remain in frith and speak stories and
rememberances of Sandi.]
This ceremony ended up being very well timed. Bob and Clarisse had Jul gifts for
Sandi. Bob had already purchased an
amber pendant for her, and Clarisse had started knitting a shawl on
Monday. On hearing that we were having a
pyre on Saturday she tried to finish the shawl, but couldn’t bring herself to
do it. Dana had a small bag with travel
runes. Sven had a mjollnir pendant and I
had ears of corn, beer and a box of chocolates.
Xerxes (believe it or not, his real name is just as peculiar) had
written a note.
Being a Lokisman, Sven got the pyre going really, really hot. At the end, nothing was left of any of the
offerings beyond a very small bit of melted metal. As the law of Odin cited in the second
reading demanded, we buried the ashes and hope to erect some kind of runic
monument in the future.
Sandi has left us, but she has gone equipped with something to
eat, something to drink, something to keep her warm, runes and amber. We hope she is enjoying the company in
Fensalir.
Hail, Sandi! Hail the
Idises, to whose ranks she has graduated!
