One of those restless, overenergized nights when you toss and turn.
I did a blot to the Gods and Ancestors in witch i incorporated a friend.
He seemed to “come through” strong as a medium would have put it.
It was all very vivid.
Ha,ha, my tortoise is eating lint from my sock!

Some photos taken during midsummer blot / my birthday last year in the small community of Asa (yup, thats its name) in the province of Småland, Sweden.My primary Blot during the day.

A small bronze age grave mound (called a Tumulus) incorrectly often referred to as "The grave of Odin".

Blot by the mound.All things considered i bloted to the ancestors too despite it not being Alfa Blot.
The Vaettir (Wights) after all look over the territory in witch we live (farm or whatever may be the case) on a very day to day basis.
They deserve to be acknowledged!