Thank you Tyr, for your presence and for the many gifts of the last few days. Thank you for all our comrades who light for you here. I would like to share a few words with one of your beloved warriors at this shrine.

Im Namen von Tyr grüße ich dich, lieber Kameradin von Bayern.
Thank you so much for sharing your experiences, Dagmar-Frederike. I love languages and word craft and writing, and I love SigTyr, so I am glad my written words about him have been meaningful for you. "Faith", for the most part, was always easy for me. That doesn't mean it won't ever be challenged; it just hasn't been. Anyway, personal experience is really hard to challenge. Beliefs, doctrines, philosophies, etc, they are paper tigers if they have no foundation in experience. Real, real, easy to blow them over.
Maybe you sensed that most of my communication about my faith comes out of my own experience.

Some of the gods I have been aware of since very early childhood--my father was in love with an Odinnist. I have lived a life of magical realism, not just as a child, but as an adult as well. I was always aware of different gods and powers, often aware of the presence of some of the dead, especially the militant dead, and I always loved the great forces of nature--long before I ever heard the words jotun and thurse.
I first knew Tyr in the winter of my junior year of high school. I didn't even know he had a name and a personality back then. I called him "the spirit of combat", and I knew him as a force, a power, who favored me. For some strange reason Throughout a lifetime of exploration and travel and adventure, he was with me. And I always understood, from that very first winter night when I first encountered his power, that he was calling me to live like a warrior. THAT was the hard part for me, my friend: overcoming my laziness and my self-doubts and my "scattered-ness" and learning the meaning of perseverance and self-discipline and persistence. So, learning what it means to come to your life like a warrior in our own day and age has been my lifetime struggle.
I know some of the gods of Mexico -- I went on a quest with the Quetzalcoatl, and I met Tezcatlipoca--I respect him--and I love Our Lady of Guadalupe (she is actually Yaocihuatzin, Our Dear Lady of War, only she is in the disguise she has had to assume since the christian conquest of Mexico - much like the Irish goddess of Fire became "Saint Bridget". Saint my arse!). I know Jesus. and, I know the god of the "Imperial Cross". Also, I know, and love, the Morrigan, the Celtic triple goddess of war, who holds her people to the same high standards of honor and courage and integrity that Tyr calls us to! And I also have had a pleasant encounter with Lady Hel.
My experience has been that the Germanic/Nordic Gods and Lady Morrigan are much, much more here-and-now powerful than the others -- but that may simply be because I am their kin.
It was not until rather late in life that I had the honor of meeting Tyr--as himself, Tyr, by name, by personality. That happened a few years back during the 8 days following Walpurgisnacht, and he came to my room and introduced himself, and stayed for a period of maybe four days. Even immediately after it was over, I could remember very little of it, even though I was awake. It was kind of like a dream experience. But he left me a sign as evidence that he had been there.
What can I say? I remain - unto this day - as completely head-over-heels in love with him as when I first saw him as Tyr.
Elaine from Alabama, USA

Dear Leavings of the Wolf,
Thank you for the storm this evening-- may there be many more to come

I invite you
to carve the runes of your values into my innermost core
and show me how to live them out, day by day;
I invite you to reveal to me the fullness of who you are, in your glory, in your ice, in your fire and in the darkness;
I invite you to consider including me in your counsel and in your council,
and to give me the grace to accept your discipline with as much enthusiasm as I receive your favor.
For this, I will spar against the greatest warriors of all time
for the right to stand beside you at Ragnarok.


For this, I will

Hail Tyr!
Entschuldigung Tyr, mein Lob war heute zu lang. Es wird bis voraussichtlich morgen überprüft.
Hail Tiw, Hail TiwsDay!

Noble one-armed As, I was born on Týsdagr and am pleased to write words of praise and gratitude for you today. Tiwaz, god of battles, may your sword be always sharp. Exalted ancient god of light, may your glory always shine like the sun, and may the gates of the day enlighten your sky in the best possible way. Verbal defender of Freyr firmly devoted to the gods, awaken our hearts and give us strength to walk the high roads. Our leading Star of the North may our minds be always as brilliant and strategic as yours. Brave Fosterer of the Wolf, you paid with your hand by telling a necessary lie to secure our cosmic order for a while. Be with us who honour you as we strive to be our best selves. With your blessings may what is right, good and just come to pass for us.

Thank you Tyr for being so open with your gifts and with sharing your presence.