Musings about Njord
This isn’t really a devotional. In a way it is, in a way it isn’t. http://serpentslabyrinth.wordpress.com/2014/08/19/call-for-submissions-a-devotional-to-njord/ Is calling for a devotional to Njord. This…is more like a musing, a doxa/UPG that came to me as I was meditating this morning.
Njord is the God of the Sea. The Sea, is the cradle of all life on this planet. It’s currents, along with the jet stream, are the engines that power the eco system in this tiny blue marble in the black cosmos. The cyanobacteria of the primordial nascent oceans synthesized the carbon dioxide in the violent atmosphere into oxygen. (source: http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/origin-of-oxygen-in-atmosphere/ among MANY btw) Primal life evolved in Njord’s watery embrace, to crawl hesitantly onto the rocky shores to populate the continents.
The currents, are the earth’s circulatory system. (source: http://education.nationalgeographic.com/education/media/ocean-currents-and-climate/?ar_a=1 among many ) They are what keep this climate’s temperature regulated. The “Lifestream” as it were.
The truth is, we only know a fraction of what our oceans contain, and are capable of. There are species yet to be discovered, terrain yet to be charted. Njord’s mysteries run deep.
The thing is, Njord isn’t just a God of Life. His bounties are drying up. Plastic, bits of things that are made from primarily of the corpses of His former denizens, (Plastic is made from oil, oil is made from fossil fuel, most of which are the fossils of dead marine life since it had quite a bit of biodiversity back in the pre-man period) are clogging up His kingdom. He is getting angry. He’s slow to anger, but when He does. He hits hard.
See, Njord is also a God of Death. This is part of my UPG, and feel free to discuss this, but hear me out. Njord’s halls hold those that He has claimed. The fishermen, the sailors, the pirates and the privateers. All those who have plied their way on His immense back, and have perished in His embrace, reside in His hall, Nóatún. The Valkyries and Freyja visit and take those chosen warriors, but those who have sunk into the deep, escape Niffelheim and set up with Njord, drinking grog, going on about the one that got away, among other things.
My family on my mother’s side are fishermen/fishwives. Recently, around two years ago I believe, our extended family suffered a loss. One of my cousins, and his father were out scallop fishing, their boat sunk without a trace. Their bodies never found. I take comfort knowing they’re in Nóatún. This is my Doxa. It’s not supported by Lore, and I know this, other than He, Freyr and Freyja are rulers of the Sacrifices. Makes sense really.
After Ragnarok, Njord is supposed to take over for Odin as the God of Sacrifices. Think about that. He demands sacrifice. Who is to say He doesn’t already have a hall of dead already?