11/02/2026
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Friday the thirteenth is not a negative day it is not a day to be feared, it is a day of strength and wisdom ###x
🕯 Friday The 13th Coming up.
A date they taught you to fear.
A current the Old Ways remember as sacred.
I am a Viking Pagan Witch and High Priestess.
I do not speak of Freyja as myth or aesthetic.
I speak of her as lineage. As living current.
Friday is named for Freyja, the great Vanir goddess whose name echoes through the Germanic tongues. Just as Thursday remembers Thor, Friday remembers Her.
Every Friday carries her frequency.
And the number 13?
Lunar. Cyclical. Blood. Rebirth.
The number of the feminine mysteries.
It was never unlucky.
It was powerful.
When Christianity moved through the Norse lands, many deities were softened, reframed, absorbed into sainthood.
Freyja could not be softened.
She governed sexuality and sovereignty.
Fate and prophecy.
Battle and beauty.
Wealth and death.
She chose half the slain for Fólkvangr while Odin took the other half to Valhalla.
She wore Brísingamen not as decoration but as earned power.
She rode in her falcon cloak between worlds.
She commanded seiðr the deep trance magic of fate weaving.
And this is what unsettled the Church.
She did not ask permission.
She taught the gods seiðr.
She trained the völvas, the staff bearing seeresses.
She ruled desire without shame.
She embodied fertility and war in the same breath.
A woman who feels.
A woman who chooses.
A woman who sees and refuses to bow.
What could not be controlled was reframed.
Power became excess.
Sensuality became sin.
Authority became vanity.
This pattern is ancient.
And it is still happening.
But the Old Ways do not forget.
And neither do we.
Freyja’s magic is not loud domination.
It is embodied sovereignty.
She teaches.
Desire is directional.
Grief is depth.
Sensuality is aliveness.
Magic is alignment.
Seiðr is not rushed spellwork.
It is lunar. Cyclical. Intuitive.
It requires stillness. Timing. Nerve.
It moves through the body before it moves through the world.
Those drawn to Freyja are often reclaiming what was once shamed.
Your longing.
Your intuition.
Your sexuality.
Your authority.
Your witch blood.
Friday the 13th is not superstition.
It is reclamation.
In the Old Ways, this would have been a day to Wear gold or amber.
Anoint with honey, rose, or myrrh.
Sit in trance and ask, What do I truly desire?
Pull one rune and listen.
Honour both your softness and your sword.
You do not harden to become powerful.
You integrate.
To walk with Freyja is to choose wholeness.
To honour desire without apology.
To practice magic that is embodied, sovereign, and deeply true.
This Friday, do not shrink.
Stand in your sovereignty.
Call your magic back into your bones.
Remember who you are.
The Old Ways are not lost.
They are remembered.
Blessed Be Justine. 🧙💜
