Saga Kraft

Welcome to saga craft myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us. As we share our stories, both old and new, more than anything, we are open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.

In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm Sea a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions. I'm Gabriella, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magical fairy godmothers in training. Today, we are talking about our namesake Saga. This is the story that Saga gave me about herself while I was standing in a clearing in the presence of very large trees.

Everywhere you look there is a story. It can be a story brought by the North wind. Stories from the North come from the land of the dead and the ancestors. It can be a story of trees, the story of the wins or a story of those who carry the wins, the great spirits themselves. These stories are mysterious, friendly, improbable, and even impossible.

Somewhere, every story is true. Start with stories of trees, how they support each other with the roots sharing nutrients and what they have trying to keep each other alive and thriving trees are amazing. Examples of currents, how are power and energies that rise up and draw down or. These currents of power are everywhere in this world.

And in all the worlds in the cold worlds, it's the power of ice and frost in the hot worlds. It's the power of fire and heat in those worlds. If there's something that can burn, it will burn. So in these worlds powers are emotional in the world. The veneer, it is the pulse, the heartbeat and life force of the mother and the thrusting thriving energy of the father that creates transformation and fosters life.

It is the magic of the earth and of the green. The world's won't thrive without the DC here, who are the mothers of continuing life. We serve in all the worlds before us. We're the vets here, the earth mothers holding all of these worlds is the great three . This tree still stands because of the Norns, the shapers of destiny who water the roots from the well of origin and apply the glowing white silk that strengthens the tree of life.

The dragon buried in the earth below the tree. Choose the tree roots. This dragon Nidhogg. Align the follows its instincts in the dark as we would, if we never opened our eyes, see what the possibilities are. He is the powerful father of the dragon sickness, which is greed the DC near the nor near the editors.

And grandmothers know that this blind greed is the dragon story. He who is below Electra. Silver will never open his eyes to see new possibilities. In other worlds, dragons have other possibilities, the possibilities of transforming desire into higher qualities. In other worlds, trees have other stories.

They can be life givers and life takers. They require respect, which they are not always given. They perpetuate life. Odin is like that. Odin is like a great tree, a walking tree, a wandering tree Odin can shelter. Odin can give life. Odin can lengthen life and he can take life. Odin is the father tree. It found the life that's trees on the shore and saw in them humans who had nothing who had another life, no breath, no dreams, no context.

His intervention brought them out of nowhere and into somewhere. He gave then as trees can now give so much to us. Ax handles for the ax stuffs for walking or walking between worlds Spears that allow us to hunt man or beast walls and roof to support life with shelter. Furniture to provide comfort for the body and coffins to hold the body.

When that time is right and necessary fuel for the fire. Remember wood without life is fuel for the fire. If you don't become infused with life, you are fuel for the fire. My name is saga. I'm one of the DC here before...

Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us. As we share our stories, both old and new, more than anything, we are open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.

In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions. I'm Gabriella, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magical fairy godmothers in training. Well, first of all, I want to give thanks to Odin and Saga.

I wanted to thank all of the, other of the deities and the different beings that are part of Odin's story. I give thanks for the idea of intention, focus, sacrifice, and the creativity that, that unlocks. And I asked that Odin be present with us at this time.

I would call the Norns, too. Thank you so much for your amazing blessing and wisdom. And help me do well by you. I want to honor Yggdrasil and the wisdom of the natural world. And the wisdom of the ancient tree of every culture and how it brings us together through story through mystery, through nourishment, being able to tap into the sacred waters that run underneath and contain us I ask for the presence of healing, of these waters and the presence of the healing of the sacred tree.

As it reaches out to us. As we reach for it, it reaches back. So I honor and thank for this longing and for this exchange. Um, I give thanks to the Valkyries and. The Ravens. And as he said, the natural world, and I also give them thanks for stories that live on, like the story of living so on. And I do ask that in these strange and changing times that we invite also in welcome Saga into our midst and ask her in her craft and her wisdom to support these stories as they go out into the world, these different snapshots of this particular vision. Thank you so much for coming into my life. And I think all of our lives as well, and I'm just greatly thankful I wanted to thank all the liminal. Yeah. I want to thank our sweet, unknown listener.

Whoever you may be.

This is a story about Odin and all the magical beings that gather around his initiation. The three Swan Valkyries glided in over Yvonne holla at sunset. Wearied by nine long years of domestic captivity, they would have shouted with joy to see the shining shields of the einheriors hall still in Swan forum.

All they could do was honk excitedly, coming to a landing by the scarred purchase of Oden's Ravens. They began their transformation back to their womanly forms. One Raven, large as a sheep. Turned its ruffled head from the direction of the few warriors left, fighting on the practice field and said, currently he isn't here.

Don't bother changing back. He wants you to cleanse and ready yourself for duty at Urdu as well. He did know we were there muttered old room whose gift for knowing things had prompted her to say just that repeatedly during their captive years as wives. Of course, he did said the other Raven, Moonen looking interestingly out the three between Heimdall in us.

He knows everything. Why didn't he rescue us then said, hairball Alvita the most contentious of the three, nine years is a long time. Maybe you should have done exactly. As he said, when you said it said hook and gruffly, just because you've been given will doesn't mean you shouldn't use discretion with it.

I just wanted to see if that cowardly warrior could show some nobility before he got a free ride to ball. Holla hairball said defensively. His father's a drinking buddy of the all father said, mooning, check those things out before you make your own decisions. Anyway, you should get going big doings going on and you don't want to have Oden's baleful I am just now right.

Veer off said lack of the Swan white. Thank you for your courtesy. She

Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us as we share stories both old and no more than anything. We're open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.

In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions. I'm Gabriella, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magical buried in training. Tonight's story is about Vishnu, the God of eternity and how he rescues the earth.

Do you want to say a prayer or something? See, yeah, I would like to invoke all and only the absolutely compassionate and perfect support alignment of our health protection, wellbeing, success, and highest grade syndrome. I couldn't keep up a boundary, keeping all of those out and ask if they'd be skirted out at this time.

And that everything that had happened here, beautiful, joyful, compelling, and a blessing for all. That's it.

The enormous weight of ignorance and pettiness plummeted the earth into the primordial sea, especially was watching and was irritated by this. He had absolutely no desire to go handle the earth and dollar problems. At this time, we had enough God business on his plate. However, you really love it to the Vedas.

And he really loved the mystery books. And so disheartened, he decided that he would go save it. And he transformed into a bore called Varaha and dove into the sea all the way to the bottom. Where do you sift into the silt and the Mach until he finally found the earth and grabbed her and began to drag her to the top.

And just as he broke the surface of the water, the earth turned it over him and beamed and said, how many times have you rescued me like this? And as soon as she did, he was madly in love. And she transformed into Excel and the two of them went and hid in the forest where they had lots of piglets and they enjoyed days of bathing in the sun and rolling in the mud and just having a fantastic time.

But then she looks down and was like, what is that about how come Vishnu is still in Vera? Why didn't he come back? And he was really irritated. And so he showed up in front of her. Aha. And there was playing. And she even said, borough, what are you doing there? Oh, God business that you need to handle. You do not have time to take a vacation like this right now.

Get on it, get on it. This is not you. This is not what you need to be. You are developing attachments in this world. It is not all right. Look, we're all hot. I continued slurping down this giant pile of them. Stubbles before rolling around in the mud. And Shiva was very, very distressed at the whole thing.

And he said, you are a God, you are meant to behave like a God, but curled up with his needs and pretended to sleep. Okay. The second that Shiva was gone for all had jumped up and said, we have to leave. We have to go into hiding. And he took his family and they all ran to the top of the mountain and they located another place and they thought they were well hidden there.

Meanwhile, Sheba went to Brahma and said, have you seen this new? He is down there. It was look at him. And the two of them lifted him and she said, can you believe it? He is a pig. It's disgusting. Isn't it disgusting? And Brahmas said, yeah, yeah, kinda disgusting. Got to say that he was like, it has to stop. He has God job duties.

He must be on it. And Brown was like, Yeah, yes, he does have things to do. Then she ever said do something about it. Brian said, okay, I'll handle it. But then as soon as Shiva was gone, Brahma looked down and she went, fish looks so happy. You look so content and they know that he needs to come back, but I'm just going to give him a little more time.

This does not work for Shiva at...

Welcome to Saga Kraft. Myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us, and heal us. Please join us as we share stories both old and new. More than anything, we're open to the story and it's unfolding. At times, it may be one story told by one person, at times, it's the same story told through three different voices.

In the end, we go where the story takes us. And we invite you to follow. I'm Sea a writer, artist, and storyteller.

I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions.

I'm Gabriella, an artist and practitioner of folk magic.

We are magical fairy godmothers in training.

Our story today is about creation. I chose the story of creation as told by my people of Slavic lands.

I chose a version that resonated with me. There are a few versions of the story with various gods stepping into a present order and heavenly power. The dark God remains the same. He is called Weles, and later the devil, one who rules over the earth and the underworld. Well, the story has changed throughout time.

It's most current form, as told by old village folk, involves God and the devil creating the world together. But for now I'll remember the story from a pre Christian perspective. At the beginning, there was the earth, the mother, who was founded by great waters from all directions above and below. Eventually a sky appeared and clouds, rod, the ancestral tribal God, and the Zoryas, or the fates.

This God also appeared as the God of the sky and thunder. As the Spotify, God of the sun and fire known as the Smith of the gods. One day got a thunder and order was sailing in a sky boat across the great waters and through his staff down deep, where it hit the bottom and turned into a great out the tree of life.

He took refuge at the great tree rested there for awhile and contemplated. He noticed his loneliness read the little that there were no people to keep him company. Can you, he needed earth for the people to live on and saw that deep under the water was the sand of creation. Puritan looked at his reflection and saw a vision of himself, or maybe not of himself, but another nevertheless, he asked this other to come out of the water and take four.

This was vellus. One of the great depths piano knew that he needed his help to create the world. Velez was the only one who could dive deep to retrieve pieces of this precious sand from the bottom. The sound was very deep beneath, and even with Velez has great knowledge of the dark waters. He couldn't retrieve anything for the first two tries before the third attempt peeled and then Vela spoke the appropriate magical formula.

And finally, Velez came back with a fist full of sand peeled on through the sand, onto the water and created a small patch of land. Barely big enough for him and the Vela to sleep on and rest for the night when peeled and fell asleep, Velez tried to push him into the water. He pushed him East and West than South and North.

But during this act, Peloton just made the land extend into the shape of a cross and created the four sacred directions. Disappointed Velez kept on doing other things yeah. To disrupt the creation process, but an effect more earth formed by his actions. From the sand Velez, hidden his mouth mountains grew in bogs and fields to bake for his mouth to contain.

He had to spit them out. The earth kept growing and growing and peeled and didn't know how to stop it. He began to worry that it would grow over the sky and the water too. Piano and sent a beat to spy on Velez for, he knew that the secrets of containment remained with Velez said, be heard Velez, say that in order to maintain the expansion and Mark of the cross must be made by a wand at the edges or the earth stop pillar in the jail.

Does the be reported angry? Vellus curse the B for spying on a secrets. He said, may he, who sent you to steal my secrets before? So eat your own excrement. Hearing this...

Welcome to Saga Kraft.

Myths, fairy tales, legends: Stories comfort us, inspire us, and heal us. Please join us as we share stories, both old and new. 

More than anything, we are open to the story and its unfolding, At times, it may be one story told by one person. At times, it’s the same story told through three different voices. In the end, we go were the story takes us . . . and we invite you to follow.

Here's this week's story:

God gets an upgrade

God is going about his godly business as one among many Gods. His humans, however, are bickering with the neighbors about property lines. They are starting to talk trash about how great God is and how he’s supreme. At first, he’s flattered. He performs a couple easy miracles, like getting old women pregnant (not exactly a hardship for a male God). But then they push him hard to prove that he’s the end-all-be-all of deities.

Concerned, God looks around. He notices that Dionysus has taken off for the islands and left a power vacuum in Sodom and Gomorrah—a place God’s own people have been bitching about. So he figures he can make an easy stand there.

At first, God thinks he’ll just go impress them with his Godliness. But when he gets there they just laugh. The fact is they are far more sexually experienced than he is, and unimpressed with pregnant women. So he goes away to contemplate a long-term conversion strategy. His followers, however, have no patience and pressure him for a large scale display of power. Eventually God caves; he announces that he will destroy Sodom and Gomorrah.

At first, people argue, which is a great relief to God who doesn’t want to do it anyway. God is pleased when they ask if he’ll spare the city if they find 50 good men; he figures he’s off the hook. As far as he can tell, there are thousands of good people there. But he has to put up some kind of a front, so he pushes back. Eventually, he gets them to lower the number, then sends them in to point out some good folks. They come back empty handed. And God wonders how he drew the short straw in followers.

God then sends in his angels. Surely they can find someone. As soon as they arrive, Lot, the kid from the sheep incident, runs out to greet them. God wonders why it never before occurred to him to miss Lot. He should have guessed he was in party-town. God hopes the angels will stay away from that one. But no, they go home with him. God hopes Lot has changed.

That evening, God sees a bunch of people heading to Lot's house for a party. And he gets excited. Maybe Lot has changed; now he has friends! But when they reach the door at the appointed time, Lot sneaks out and whispers that they should leave because he has guests. His friends think he’s joking; of course he has guests—it’s a party. They shove at the door.

God thinks this is his golden opportunity to convert people. They are joyfully gathered. Surely Lot will tell them how great he is. So he shows up in his brilliant, godly glory. Everyone freaks out—people begin to scream. Lot slams the door shut. Startled, God ducks behind a tree.

The party folks calm down and start to pressure Lot, asking him to at least send his new friends out to meet them—maybe have a beer. But he shoves his tween-aged but as-yet-unnamed kids out the door instead yelling “take my daughters. They have never known a man.” This, God thinks, is the Lot I remember.

Lot’s friends, including his daughters’ fiancés, leave in deep disgust. The angels, however, are now convinced that Sodom and Gomorrah truly are corrupt. They lean hard on God to destroy the area in a big show. They want Lot to witness and escape so he can report the display of power to others. God sighs deeply. ‘Well,’ he thinks, ‘I really could use more followers; this might help my image. And Lot is one of my people, so I can save him.’

God tells Lot to head for the hills. Lot refuses. ‘WTF,’ God thinks, ‘I just agreed to

Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us as we share stories both old, no more than anything. We're open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.

In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery. I'm Gabriela, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magic. Oh, very common in training. We welcome you veiled one dark Berra to come and to be part of this storytelling time.

And I also want to invite saga to be present as the tremendous storyteller and holder of space for stories. Um, but this story of the cardiac also has. Bridget in it in her early as formed. I'm not as religious. So we want to invite Bridgette to be present. And the other person in the story is Angus, who is the summer King.

So we invite all of you in your life, compassionate forums to be present with us for this story. And may you be pleased with this story? May it make whatever sense two individuals that it does? May it touch the hearts that it's supposed to. Um, may I speak to those who will be listening to the story in the future?

I ask that my words go directly into the ears and to the hearts of those who will in the future, listen to this. And also to you now who are hearing this story. I really thank you. My story is about the Collie arc. Who is a goddess figure in Scotland, Ireland, and the isle of man, um, Kelly Ark. When we look at what the word means from old gala, um, what it means is the veiled one and it refers to old women, old hags and very powerful goddesses.

And this story is about that powerful goddess who is truly the veiled one. Dark Berra was the mother of all, all the gods and goddesses in Scotland. She was very old, quite tall, and everyone feared her. She reigned as the queen of winter with fierce winds, ice and biting storms at her command. As spring year, each year, she would try with all her might to prolong the winter and her reign as the queen.

Though she lived in this way for hundreds of years, she did not die because when spring inevitably came, she conceded the ruling of her realm to her son, Angus. The summer King was a beautiful golden God freed of her winter duties and aged with the effort to create the storms, to freeze the land. She would go seeking renewal.

On the night before bell Tane, she would go to the floating green Island of the West to the sacred and hidden well of youth here. She would sit in silence and alone all the long night waiting for Dawn. When she would drink the magical waters after drinking from the sacred, well, Vera would begin to grow younger.

And that anti-aging would continue for her. She leaves soon after drinking, returning to the mainland of Scotland, where she would then go into a deep, magical sleep. At length when she awoke, she was even younger, still emerging from sleep as a beautiful golden haired girls, suite of disposition by Midsummer, she would be a woman fully mature.

And with autumn came her wrinkles by winter's beginning, she was again, a withered blue faced one eyed hag. She continued in this way for hundreds of years. One winter Barrack kept captive. A young woman named Bridger barren knew that this lovely princess was going to be the wife of her son, Angus. And she would eventually put on the crown of the summer queen.

Berra didn't love her for this. She kept her captive in a hidden mountain and she set the beautiful maiden to impossible tasks and was exceedingly nasty to her when she wasn't able to complete them. And she wasn't meant to complete them. She scalded are constantly finding fault with everything. Bridget did.

The girl was wretched with this treatment and deeply miserable. She was also unused to be treating in...

Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us. As we share our stories, both old and new, more than anything, we are open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.

In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery. I'm Gabriela, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magical in training today. I would like to share a story from the Eastern Slavic lands of Russia.

And it's a story about Vesta Lisa, the beautiful. A long time ago in a certain stardom eMerchants and his wife who have been married for a long time. We're finally blessed with the birth of a daughter. They named her vest Salisa sadly, when vessel Lisa was only eight years old, her mother became gravely ill as a final gift to her daughter.

Vesselis has mother gave her a doll. She said my dear sweet listen carefully for this is important. I am dying. But with my final maternal blessing, I give you the make sure you always keep her clothes and don't let anybody see her. If you were ever endanger feed her and ask her for advice, she will always help you with these final words and a kiss.

Best Elise has a mother died. The merchant mourn the death of his wife, but after some time he considered marrying again, he decided to marry a widow, a woman close to his age who also had two daughters of her own. He was hoping that this mature woman and her daughters would be a great family to vest Salisa, but he was mistaken.

The widow and her daughters were deeply jealous of bacilli, says beauty and were very cruel to her. They gave her all kinds of harsh chores to complete and hopes that she would grow skinny and frail in turn Fest. Lisa accomplished all of her chores and hot sun, strong winds and cold rain, and grew more full and beautiful each day to the dismay of her stepmother and stepsisters.

They were the ones who grew more ugly and shriveled with resentment as the time passed. How did vast Salisa remain so joyful and then changed against the resentment she was facing? Well, as her mother instructed vest, Elisa fed her doll who aided her and all of her chores, no matter how difficult they may have been.

She always set aside morsel of food for the doll. Even if it meant she didn't eat much herself. It's all her mother gave her, was always fed and had returned. She listened to vessel. Lisa gave her advice, did her chores and even taught her what herbs to use to keep her skin from burning. When the stepmother would send her out into the scorching sun to work a few years, went by and Lisa became of age to Mary being the most beautiful young girl in the village.

She had many suitors. Nobody paid any attention to her ugly stepsisters, which drove their mother to rage. And she would punish vessel Lisa with painful beatings. She saw this Elisa as a reason why her daughters would never marry when the merchant had to leave home on business for a long time, she found another house to move to this house was near thick forest and deep in this forest was a hut, which was the dwelling of Baba Yaga.

Well, by Yaga wanted to be left alone. Didn't like people and even ate them like chickens. If she felt like it. Needless to say with the forest, so close to this house by Salisa stepmother found all kinds of reasons to send her to the woods, to complete various chores of hopes of Baba Yaga, seeing and capturing her.

So she would never return, but somehow Vasily sun never came upon the hut of Baba Yaga because the doll always advised her which paths to avoid and how to get safely home. One autumn evening, the three maidens were tasked with sewing work to complete. When the only candle was snuffed out, less Elisa was forced to go to Baba Yaga hut to...

Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us. As we share our stories, both old and new, more than anything, we are open to the story and it's unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it's the same story told through three different voices.

In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I'm C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I'm Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery. I'm Gabriela, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magic. Oh, very common in training.

That I've chosen is the story of from the North Epic poem called the Sears prophecy or Volvo spa. And a little background is that the Norris and Viking and pre Viking times were not literate. The North myths were well known through oral tradition for the Norse. Inventing a new story was not valued as much as the poetic retelling of a known story.

The versions that we have of the myths were written during the times when conversion to Christianity had already occurred, when stories were still largely remembered. Before being written down myths were living and could change from storyteller to storyteller. Also there wasn't organized religion, but instead during those Viking and pre biking times, the heads of settlements, their wives, or even poets were the storytellers and officiator is that ceremonies and could tell the myths from their own perspective.

The Epic poem, Vola spa begins after creation has already occurred. And through the telling of the story, the Norris creation myth gets retold, including the story of GoBank herself. The story goes like this. A sear, a prophetess is summoned by the all father Odin King of the gods. She's a mighty practitioner of side in life and her power is vast and undiminished.

Oh, comes to her as a seeker and asks her about the oldest deeds of gods and men. She gives him much more than he asked for. She starts by remembering the night worlds and nine giant hisses, and that they raised her in those long gone days. She remembers the seed from which the world tree Yik dress cells sprouted that tree, which holds the nine worlds in the beginning.

There was no land, no sea, no earth or sky or a greenery. There was just a huge yawning, chaos void called goodness, a gap and an immense giant named Emir. Dismembering ear. Oh, then and his brothers created the nine worlds from his body in these worlds, the sun and the moon, and the stars help things to thrive, but they themselves knew no order, no knowledge of their true places and no sense of their true might.

All the God powers went back to the Thrones of fate, that place of the sacred gods and together, they made a decision and that decision became time itself. It's included the naming of night and day and the separation of them and the orderlies cyclical aspects of time. Then on the vast Plains of Eve, all the gods continued.

And created workshops and made temples high shrines, golden treasures, and many tools with which to create more happy about this. They played in their lush gardens and enjoyed the plenty they had created. They had lots of gold Ben, three terrible and powerful giantism came from Yotes and hammer the world of the giants.

Thus ending that golden age, the God powers went back to the Thrones of fate and decided to make dwarves many dwarves out of the remainder of the giant is rotting limbs. These dwarves were little and manlike. Three gods and full of people. Power and passion went back to mid guard and found two pieces of driftwood, ask an umbrella who were weak in capable.

And without it's looking in human, they had no breath, no soul and no life breadth. So, and life itself was given to them by the three gods and ask an envelope, became humans. That sprout of gig dress. So now grown into a mighty tree, develops drew drops from it as it stands forever green over IRT as well, three...