Harii Midsummer
If you are reading Kershaw or Tacitus, the Harii are a formidable tribe of ecstatic warriors from our Germanic past. If you ask me, I’d agree and add that they’re alive today.
This solstice was the 9th year of the Harii Midsummer tradition. Each of us were honored to be among the first intra-tribal guests to join in the rituals and customs of today’s Harii.
Activities included a 5-mile trail run, stamina dance competition, and sparring rounds between all men present. We tested our abilities and built respect between individuals.
"Working with the men from the wider tribe inspired me so much because it showed me how strong our men can be and how much strength our tribe has. I met men from all different groups who were each and every one quality leaders, dangerous fighters, and capable builders and it showed me how bright our path really is. I'm honored to have stood in the circle with these men and I'm excited to do so again in the future." - Steven, RFU Dróttnari
“I was impressed by the Harii because I felt any one of those men could be a leader or the leader. The irony was that no one was leader. All led by example.” - Aegenwulf, RFU Central Region Jarl
“The gathering was powerful in purpose and in effect. Around the fire I could see men coming together from different tribes in common purpose to celebrate our people and gods, and to plan for our peoples future.” - Woad, RFU Missouri State Representative
Baldr's funeral and subsequent pyre gave pause for the sacrifices that must be made to overcome the Ragnarok to come. The Harii ritual brought in powerful elements I had not witnessed nor given in other prayers. I am thankful for their generosity towards us in sharing such sacred space and energy.
Combined efforts lead to shared victories. Many hands make light work and distribute the load. Specialization of highly trained individuals enables complicated tasks to be completed faster and more efficiently.
Through our discussions the solutions included:
Show up. Participate.
Do the things.
Lead with love.
Destruction is easy, maybe eternal.
Creation is difficult; it requires resources, time, and focus.
When what already exists finds alignment with those leading towards the best path to a sustainable future, followers will follow, their assets and energy added to the movement. Our tribes are building bridges with aligned folk. The web of wyrd being woven now has power and intention. Successes will be shared and celebrated with those who join and contribute to the well-being and longevity of our folk. Let us find our voices and talents to add to the chorus and dance. We will rise to this occasion. Are you with us?
Tribe To Survive
Shea McCurdy
RFU Goði & Dróttinn
⚡️ ravenfolkunited.org
— RFU
“The insight that was brought into my life after my reading directly impacted who I am. I received so much clarity on my trajectory in this lifetime and really began to feel how valuable everything in my life has been up to this point.
The good/bad/ugly are all in the same bucket of purposeful, divinely timed, and progressive.
The creation of my destiny was brought forth to me in a story and it nurtured parts of me that I had not known existed so blatantly. I can see every present moment being just another building block to my reasons for existence in this human form and that brings me peace in the work...continuously climbing the mountain.
His knowledge and presence are useful tools in life, and I believe they are essential. If you don't believe in astrology, I encourage you to see Jake and let him ease your mind, and pain, and explode your spirit into a blissful, homeostasis state in which your universe/world begins to actually make sense. Where you can meet yourself where you are and start truly vibrating with the ebbs and flows of your life.
I look forward to my next session in the future for a refresh and reminder of what I am.”
— C.S.
“Thank you for your hospitality, kinsman. We did not get nearly enough time to speak, but I am certain the threads of Wyrd will bring our roads together again. What stays with me most from the weekend is not any particular conversation or feast, but the quality of the men gathered around you and the spirit that moved through the rites.
I have attended too many gatherings where ritual is treated as a dead thing: words read from a page, forms performed without fire, all vestment and no vision. The old forms remain, but the breath has gone out of them. One feels no presence there, no gravity, no inspiration descending from beyond the circle.
What I witnessed this weekend was something altogether different. There was life in it and the words carried weight because the men speaking them believed them. The rites were not merely remembered but inhabited; and a few hours, it felt as though the distance between the worlds had grown thin and the old gods were not just subjects of our discussions, but guests at the feast. That is a rare gift indeed. The fire was bright, the fellowship strong, and the spirit of the gathering rang true. Thank you for opening your hall and helping to kindle something worthy of remembrance.
— Full Verity