Listen to the words of the closer, the blazing one,
I who have borne witness to human evolution
since man first claimed my power.
You have no cause to fear me, for I am already within you.
I speak to you from the depths of your intellect,
I call to you from your secret desires,
I sleep within the blood in your veins.
My voice is in the crackle of the flame,
and the laughter of the innocent,
and the hiss of the serpent.
I am the bright companion of thunder,
and I strike with inspiration.
I am the spark of genius that drives you towards greatness;
To abandon me is to embrace the darkness of ignorance.
I am an all-consuming pleasure
that reddens your flesh with my embrace;
I give you the color of gods
so you’ll remember that you are divine.
I excite your nerves and heighten your senses,
Driving you toward divine madness and the bliss of chaos.
To love me is to be consumed by me on a holy pyre,
where I devour your repose, to give you rebirth.
I am the vulture who strips away that which is putrid
and makes bones white and new.
I am the dark brother who illuminates,
I am the wise fool who knows all and believes nothing.
I am the rising star Sirius
who walks upon the bridge of heaven:
The harbinger of life and the harbinger of death.
I am the space between boundaries
who belongs everywhere and nowhere.
I am the spider in the web
and master of my own fate.
I am the battler of gatekeepers,
for I know that all boundaries are illusions.
I end the world to prove there are no endings.
There can be no lies if there is no truth.
I am the father of the broken.
I am the mother of the monstrous.
I comfort my children with the warmth
and avenge them with my flames;
for I know what it means to suffer.
I am the primordial serpent
Who writhes in the abyss.
To conquer me is to win the wyrm’s hoard:
gleaming gold, which is the fire of knowledge.
I am the father of witches
and the master of molding and shaping;
place crude metal in my forge
and I will give you treasure in return.
If you understand nothing else,
remember this secret:
To know me is to know yourself
And to know yourself is to know my ecstasy.
I’ve created a facebook group for those who are interested in discussing Loki and the Lokean path. It is also meant for Pagans/Heathens who are on the fringes of the mainstream community. Feel free to join and download your own copy of the “Loki’s Stave” poem with some nifty formatting.
Loki apparently wants more publicity, so we might as well give it to Him. 😉
As for the formatting of this page, it’s either WordPress being a pain or Loki just having some fun.