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We’ve put together a school that is intended to introduce people to Loki and the Lokean path. It is also intended for people who often find themselves on the fringes of Heathenry and Paganism as a whole.
That school can be found here: https://lokiuniversity.wordpress.com/
Please feel free to take a look around and get acquainted with the curriculum.
If you are interested in applying, please read the enrollment requirements. We will accept applications now – just know that we will not start the course until after January 1st. Classes will begin when ten students have been accepted.
Note that the earlier you apply, the lower the expectations for the initial applicants will be, as we have nothing to judge against.
He blinked suddenly, then swore in Old Norse as he covered his eyes with his arm. “It’s morning ALREADY?” Loki growled, spluttering and crawling to his feet with the taste of a thousand different ales and whiskey upon his tongue. “Oh… right.”
Thor stood before him, arms folded, holding a empty bucket. “It’s Yule again.” The ginger Thunder God gave a wink. “Thought I’d give you a… hydrating reminder.”
“Excuse me,” Loki raised a finger, stumbling to his feet while trying to hold onto a pig. “I taught you that line.” A pause followed. “A billion Blackadder references followed by Monty Python.”
Thor squinted. “Eh, apparently I was ‘creatively inconvenienced.'” He tossed the bucket aside and watched as the pig Loki was holding onto ran away as his old friend fell once again in the mud. “You have fan mail.”
“…again?” Loki whined with a grunt. “Give me a break, please. Don’t tell me you’ve been reading my mail.”
“No…” Replied Thor with a shrug. “But, Odin was wondering why you suddenly received a stockpile of blueberry muffins and a Taylor Swift album.”
Loki swore again in Old Norse. “I AM NOT GIVING YOU THAT FERRARI BOB. EARN IT YOURSELF. YOUR MID LIFE CRISIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE.”
Here is a story about a particular person’s encounter with Loki, who in turn told them a story.
My encounters with Loki tend to take place in the same mindspace – a tavern, a dark one with walls and furniture made from logs and crude wood. A candle burns on the table between me and the cloaked figure, his face obscured, who sits with his back to the darkest, shadiest corner of the room as usual.
I’m very, very uncomfortable with Loki’s presence. More than I care to be. Not that he’s ever given me anything than exactly what I need, but he reminds me of the Game Master of a roleplaying game. He throws the dice that saves us from, or plunge us right into, the chaos. At the same time, he’s that shady figure you can find in the taverns of most games of D&D – you know, that guy who gives you all the really shady quests, the ones with the most danger and the greatest rewards? I think that’s why Lokis presence makes me squirm in a bad way. (That, and a few reasons I can’t pinpoint.) He often needs to hold me there to make me listen, despite my stirring curiosity to listen to pretty much everything this guy has to say.
This time, he ask a simple question. “Would you like to hear a story?”
I can barely see his face, but I can feel his eyes burn right into me. I squirm on my chair. I’m torn between a desire to hear it, and the voice that whispers it’s a setup, there will be a price, this is a terrible idea and I should decline. In the end, I reluctantly admit that I’m curious as hell to hear it, and the teeth of the grinning God glows white in the candlelight as the short tale begins.
“Once, a fire appeared on the sky. A great ball of burning light, it was neither the sun the moon nor any star – or perhaps it was all these things, but either way it burned in its own right, fixed in its position and thus illuminating both the night and day.
People called it a miracle. Indeed it burned with just enough warmth to comfort all within it; it was neither too hot or too bright. It stayed there for many months, and people came from far to see it. One such person was a shepherds boy who traveled there alone, knowing he just had to se this fire with his own eyes and feel it on his skin. And as he arrived, indeed it was all these things that people had said that it was; and it filled him with a great joy.
But people of cloth and staff and wand had already gathered there, priests who argued loudly about whose Gods had sent this precious miracle. All believed fiercely that it was theirs, denying the ridiculous claims of the others; they argued, preached and worshiped in the light of the fire. The boy wanted to know the answer for himself, so he did what was most obvious to him; he asked the fire itself what it was.
“Aha!” the fire replied and burned a bit brighter. The priests were too busy arguing to realize that their miracle spoke. “How curious that a child such as yourself should ask while none of these fine seekers around you did. But I can’t answer you. You see, I am your heart, so you need to answer it yourself. What am I?”
The child thought in silence for a moment. “You are a great fire.” he said. “People see your glow in the darkness and come for light and warmth, and you give it without judgement. Even the squabblers who’d claim you for themselves bathes in your presence, great fire. Not even the closed hearts are denied light. You’re a beacon, and a guiding light, and a great comfort to us.”
Once the boy had spoken, the fire suddenly disappeared from the sky. The priests fell to their knees in their fears of abandonment, and prayed and begged for their divine miracle to return. But it never did, and they slowly left the site in defeat. But the boy left in a great joy. He became a great hero, and then a great king – because he had, without a doubt, all of this fire in his heart. He was a beacon to his people, a guiding light in his wisdom, and a great comfort to a sundered kingdom.”
I sat in thought for a moment after hearing it. I realized I’d been too engrossed in the story to remember to stay worried. Even if I couldn’t quite come to terms with the cloaked god, I had to admit he was a magnificent storyteller. Then, he laughed.
“Well, you wanted a story! Now go post it already. Go on, go on, go post it!”
And so I was no longer in the tavern. I sat in my bed, my laptop still resting in my lap, and I begun to write a story I would’ve never written on my own.
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Loki is a god of the liminal. He is found in the spaces between moments, between changes, between this breath and the next. He is the moment between life and death, between this heartbeat and the next. For that reason, he is one of the few gods who are impossible to pin down.
How do you define a god that is, by definition, indefinable? How do you put a boundary around a liminal space which is, by definition, boundless? No definition, no boundary, no limit – these things cannot hold Loki. When he is bound, he is bound by choice, not by necessity.
He is chaos wrapped in fine chains of control of his own making – he is the chaos which must exist for order to be born. He is the one who sets the boundaries yet transgresses them in a moment. He slides between truth and illusion as if there were no separation between them at all, and yet he draws the fine line that exists between them.
His very nature leads towards the understanding of him as deceitful, trickery, up to no good – and yet, he is the one who shatters the illusions, who dares to point out truths too hard for others to bear, to offer solutions to problems no one else seems capable of solving, who dares to set things right.
He is not a safe god, but then again, there are no safe gods – there are no safe humans, either. He is perhaps more dangerous than most, as he exists in-between moments, in-between changes and transitions. There is nothing we fear more than change – for it is in the moment of change that we must confront our own ignorance. When something happens to shatter our plans, suddenly we are faced with the vast gulf of the future as it spreads out before us, and it is easy to turn away from that gulf and spiral down into the chasm of despair. To step into that unknown future, to make a choice to face the changes coming instead of fleeing from them- that is what it means to embrace Loki.
Loki can be a very hard god but He is so worth it. He is an individual so sometimes He is all smiles and laughter. Other times He is deep and thoughtful. Sometimes, He is Worldbreaker in all His terribleness. He frightens us, shaking the ground under our feet and tearing at the illusions we have built up about ourselves. He smiles as He rips apart our walls, not because he is sadistic or evil but because He genuinely cares about us and He knows it is for the best. After the deed is done we shake with relief because we have seen divine fury strike out around us, rending and gutting our self doubt. We have seen the fires of Muspelheim reach out to devour that which we had for so long devour our very minds. Memories, doubts about ourselves, irrational fears, they all melt and twist in FlameHair’s fire, till we rise out the other side, stronger and more sure of ourselves.
Loki can be a hard god because He points out our flaws, not to be mean but to show us that no one is perfect. We must work on ourselves but we must not be deluded into thinking we will ever reach some arbitrary benchmark of perfection. Loki wants us to grow as people but He also wants us to love ourselves how we are because if we are constantly waiting until we are good enough to love then we will never love ourselves. We are already good enough to love and loved all the more because we try.
This is why Loki can be a hard god, He genuinely cares about us as individuals.
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