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In the far north, where winters stretch into endless night and the aurora dances above snowbound forests, the Sámi noaiddit—shamans, often women—once drummed their spirits free. With painted reindeer-hide drums and ancient joiks, they journeyed to ancestors, gods, and distant realms, carrying back healing and guidance for their people.
But when missionaries arrived, the drums were seized and burned, and the noaiddit were condemned as witches. Still, their knowledge survived in whispers, lullabies, and memory—quiet rebellions that refused to die.
Join me as we trace the story of the noaidi: the spirit-travelers of Sápmi, and the women who kept alive a world the church tried to erase.
For sources, further reading, and private reflections, step into Whispers Beneath—the Patreon companion to this podcast.
Let the old ways rise again.
Music by Flol Ga from Pixabay
Music by Claude Houde from Pixabay
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By CerissaIn the far north, where winters stretch into endless night and the aurora dances above snowbound forests, the Sámi noaiddit—shamans, often women—once drummed their spirits free. With painted reindeer-hide drums and ancient joiks, they journeyed to ancestors, gods, and distant realms, carrying back healing and guidance for their people.
But when missionaries arrived, the drums were seized and burned, and the noaiddit were condemned as witches. Still, their knowledge survived in whispers, lullabies, and memory—quiet rebellions that refused to die.
Join me as we trace the story of the noaidi: the spirit-travelers of Sápmi, and the women who kept alive a world the church tried to erase.
For sources, further reading, and private reflections, step into Whispers Beneath—the Patreon companion to this podcast.
Let the old ways rise again.
Music by Flol Ga from Pixabay
Music by Claude Houde from Pixabay
Send us a text
Support the show