Thor’s Day

Defender of the people

I should start this post off by saying that I’m not completely sober right now, so I hope this one is coherent. Also, I apologize for forgetting last week. I’ve been traveling a lot, and when I realized I hadn’t posted anything, it was already Saturday.

I know I formulated Thor’s Day when I was still in the cult. I was looking for something more masculine-leaning, and like I said in my podcast episode, the first bottle was bought by someone who was female (Thor’s Day is still loved by all genders).

What I want to talk about in this post is Thor and how much I love Him. Thor is known as the defender of the people. Eventually, when I feel comfortable telling my Sif story on the blog, I will go into how She was withheld from me. But Thor made His presence known really quickly.

Every single time the coven turned cult met up, it would downpour. We’re talking full-on buckets of rain. It was thundering the first day we did seiðr, and it continued to do so every single time we were together. Not always a downpour, but for sure rain. I’ve been thinking a lot about rain and thunderstorms since a storm bearing my name has killed people all over the Caribbean and left devastation in its wake.

And it always rained when we were together.

I recall that once we asked the deity we were channeling, I don’t remember which one, what was up with the rain, and They said, “It helps the horses,” referring to the vessels that were holding the deity being channeled. To be completely honest, hearing the pitter-patter of rain just outside a window is relaxing and definitely helps. It didn’t really help when we were in a house on stilts in the Outer Banks, though, or the fact that the Outer Banks were hit with a tropical storm when we were there.

I didn’t know about my connection to Sif for the vast majority of our seiðr sessions, and wouldn’t have connected the deluge of rain with the marital connection between Sif and Thor. However, I will say that when I left, I was aware of some upcoming events that the cult had planned, including their locations. Just out of curiosity, I looked up the weather.

There was no rain. Just sunny skies. For two separate events.

Hell, even after I left, where I live in Connecticut experienced one of its longest dry spells.

Once I left, I noticed all the red flags, and I realized how all my spiritual helpers had been looking out for me the entire time. I think Thor was, too. Rain, especially large downpours, can calm some souls, but it also forces you to stay inside, comfy and cozy. Like a snowstorm (but that’s Ullr, Sif’s son), it has you hunker down and rest for a little bit, assess where you are without the chaos of the outside world. It’s a great excuse to cancel plans and avoid people you should have been avoiding all along.

Thor is known as the defender of the people (the cult leader used to say that since Thor and Jörmungandr, the protector of the planet, kill each other at Ragnarok, that was “symbolic as fuck”).

I just wish I had seen that He was defending me sooner.