Frigga Meditation
by Mist
(Excerpted from Fulltrúi, Patrons in Ásatrú published by Megalithica Books.)
I wrote this meditation after an extensive meeting with Frigga.
She had something that she wanted to tell each member of the kindred and pretty
much guided me to write this. I suggest performing this meditation while
listening to “Frigga’s Web” by Hagalaz Runedance.
Take a deep breath . . . and slowly let it out. . . . Feel yourself breathing in, clean light air . . . and as you breathe out, feel all your negative thoughts float away. . . . Breathe in and out . . . in and out again. . . . Feel your body begin to relax.
Under you, you feel the sturdy floor supporting your weight . . . comfortable and calm. . . . You hear nothing but the music, feel nothing but the floor. . . . You are aware of the others around you. . . .You hear the soft sounds of each breath. . . . You are perfectly safe, surrounded by friends. . . . Your body becomes heavier and heavier . . . and you begin to drift away.
You find yourself at the bottom of a great ash tree. . . . Its roots are tough and hard, worn and slightly decaying. The roots appear like stone, strong and hard, and yet delicate. . . . There is a slight breeze in the air, and from a distance, you hear the tree creaking . . . the leaves above moving.
The great tree shakes a little . . . and a doorway appears. . . . You grip the handle of the door and softly open it. . . . You walk into the tree, unafraid.
You are now in the centre of the tree. . . . You can smell the damp wood around you . . . feel the cold ground beneath you. . . . The tree seems to be lit, and you can see the inside clearly. . . . The tree seems to be infinitely big, and there are doorways and staircases twisting and turning in all various directions.
But there is one door that calls to you. . . . There is one door that is illuminated; it is shining and bright. . . . You walk towards the door . . . and you notice it has a latch carved with a spinning wheel. . . . You open the door.
You walk unafraid into a small room. . . . The door closes behind you and melts back into the tree. You glance back, only to find the doorway is now gone, but you are not threatened.
You are in a very small house with comfortable seats. . . . There is a fire burning in the hearth, and a big pot stewing gently on the fire. . . . You have a sense that you are not alone. . . . You glance around, and there in the corner is a grand spinning wheel.
In the light of one candle sits Frigga. You walk towards her . . . and she offers you a seat. . . . She asks you: "Have you walked far, my child?" And you answer.
As you look into her eyes, you see the many lives she has lived. . . . In her are the sands of time. Her face is weathered and her hands calloused by work. . . . She is the mother of all. Her brilliant silver hair is tied back in a beautiful braid. She is ageless and timeless. . . . She stares back at you with a mother’s love.
She turns to her spinning wheel . . . and begins to spin. . . . She says to you: "Look into the wheel." . . . You begin to stare at the moving wheel. . . . As it spins, round and round, you become caught up in the rhythm. . . . You see images coming to you. She says to you: "See what it is you need. Look into the wheel." . . . You stare into the center, trying not to be sick from the movement, looking carefully at the images you see.
In that one moment, just when you think you are going to lose yourself, the wheel halts. . . . Frigga allows you to regain some composure. . . . She reaches forward and removes the wool from the spinning wheel. . . . She cuts a piece and places it in a pouch. . . . She hands you the pouch.
"When you open it," she says, "this is what you need. This is my gift to you. Use it wisely." . . . When you look at the gift, you notice it is not thread, nor yarn. . . .You take this gift and close the pouch. You thank her for this gift.
If you wish to say anything to Frigga, or ask her anything, you may do so at this time. She is wise and very knowledgeable. If you have nothing to ask, walk and sit beside the fire, and listen to anything else she may say.
Take a long pause here for participants to speak with Frigga.
After a time, Frigga tells you that it is time for you to go. . . . She opens a door to the next room and calls in a guide. . . . She tells you that this will be your guide back to the entrance of the world tree. . . . You thank her again . . . and follow your guide.
You walk through a green lush field. . . . Your guide walks you to the edge of a rainbow . . . and tells you that this road will take you home. . . . You thank your guide . . . and wander down the rainbow bridge.
You feel yourself getting lighter now . . . and you are back in the room where you started. . . . You feel your body becoming more and more aware . . . more and more alert.
You take a deep breath . . . feeling yourself beginning to wake . . . and when you are ready, you open your eyes.
Artwork by A. Levemark.