The Hidden Truth of Freja: Seiðr, Sovereignty & the Wild Feminine A Samhain Transmission by Renee Boje, Devoted Priestess of the Goddess Freja

🌕This Blog Entry was inspired by our upcoming Samhain Priestess Ceremony - Honoring Freja: Mistress of Seiðr, Keeper of the Golden Tears, Weaver Between the Worlds....

The Suppression of the Sacred Feminine

Since the dawn of time, women have carried a profound and holy bond with the natural world. We were the keepers of herbal medicine, the midwives of birth and death, the ones who spoke to the unseen and wove healing into the body of Mother Earth. We were the lovers of Mother Nature and the translators of her rhythms.

Yet as patriarchy rose, this ancient wisdom became a threat. The sensual became sinful. The priestess became the witch and whore. The sacred rites of the Goddess - those that celebrated fertility, pleasure, and the mysteries of life - were recast as dangerous and immoral. What had once been holy was defiled through fear and control.

Books were burned. Temples were destroyed. The voices of the wise women were silenced, and the names of their goddesses were twisted into shadows of their former light.

Among them was Freja, radiant Lady of Love and Seiðr Magic, whose sovereignty and beauty made her both adored and feared. In the retellings of men, her story was rewritten - her sensuality distorted, her independence defamed. They called her wanton, accused her of infidelity and manipulation. But these were not the words of truth; they were the language of suppression. Freja’s wildness frightened them. Her magic was too potent, her wisdom too vast, her self-possession too complete.

And so, like many goddesses before her, Freja’s name was used to shame what could not be controlled: the wildness of woman, the freedom of her body, the knowing in her blood.

Freja's Protection

Freja: The Empowered Goddess Misunderstood

Freja is not the seductress of shallow desire that history painted her to be. She is the embodiment of sovereign sensuality - a goddess who loved freely and without shame, who honored pleasure as sacred and intimacy as divine communion.

In truth, Freja’s power lies not in her lovers, but in her boundaries. She was never conquered, never owned, never diminished by those who sought to possess her. Her allure was the radiance of self-knowing; her beauty, the reflection of her inner fire.

She wore her Brísingamen necklace not as vanity, but as protection - a luminous charm woven from her mastery of magic and her right to shine. It's golden light shielded her from envy and predation, reflecting the truth that beauty, when rooted in sovereignty, is a force of protection, not vulnerability.

Freja’s story reminds us that when women stand fully in their power, they challenge systems built on control. And so, through the ages, her image was made to serve a warning: this is what happens to a woman who is too free.

But the truth cannot be buried forever.

Freja's Priestesses

The Reclamation of the Goddess and the Magic of Samhain

Now, as the Wheel of the Year turns toward Samhain, when the veils between the worlds grow thin, Freja’s voice returns - soft as mist, fierce as fire. She calls us to remember the ways of her priestesses, who once gathered beneath the darkening moon to honor the sacred cycles of death and rebirth.

They drank the honeyed mead crafted in her name as the Nectar of Freja, communed with the sacred mushrooms that opened the gateways between worlds, and smoked the green medicine of cannabis to still the mind, open to all that is sensual and quicken the vision. Through these sacraments, they entered the shimmering realm of Seiðr Magic - where fate is woven, where ancestors whisper, and where the soul remembers its own power.

In this season of descent and deep magic, Freja reminds us that our wildness is not something to tame - it is the pulse of life itself. When we suppress it, we wither; when we honor it, we heal. The body becomes the altar, the breath the prayer, and our freedom the offering.

To walk with Freja at Samhain is to walk through the shadow and into remembrance - to reclaim the parts of ourselves that were cast out or shamed. It is to honor pleasure as medicine, and intuition as truth. It is to lift the veil not only between worlds, but between who we were told to be and who we truly are.

Freja whispers through the ages:

You were never a sin. You were always divine.

Her power calls us home to ourselves - to remember that sensuality is a form of prayer, that pleasure is a bridge to the sacred, and that the body is the temple through which the soul breathes. In her name, we reclaim our magic, our beauty, and our right to walk our path upon Mother Earth as both soft and strong, tender and wild.

Through Freja, we remember that no myth written by fear, or in an effort to control can define the truth of the Goddess - or of womanhood itself.

Declaration of the Priestesses of Freja

We, the Devoted Priestess of the Goddess Freja, stand as a voice for the reawakening of Her light. We speak for the women whose fires were dimmed, whose wisdom was denied, whose sensuality was shamed. We honor Freja, not as the fallen woman described by men who sought to diminish her power, but as the radiant Queen who reminds us of our worth. To all of our sisters who feel Freja's spirit calling to you... Remember: your desire is holy, your intuition is truth, your beauty is your birthright, and your freedom is our prayer. Together we rise, woven in the golden threads of the Akashic memory, restoring what was stolen, healing what was hidden, until once more the name of Freja is spoken not in judgment, but in wild, untamed reverence.

Freja's Cloak

Freja: Mistress of Magic, Fate, and the Vanir Lineage

Freja, golden and fierce, is the Norse Goddess of Love, Magic, and Witchcraft - Queen of the Valkyries and Lady of Seiðr Magic. Though much of her lore was eroded or rewritten by patriarchal hands, she endures as one of the most beloved goddesses of our time. Her essence is a dance between the sensual and the spiritual, the earthly and the ethereal.

Freja was born among the Vanir, the ancient gods of fertility, wisdom, and Mother Earth’s mysteries. Her father, Njord, ruled the seas, and her twin brother Freyr presided over abundance and harvest. The Vanir were teachers of magic - those who understood the cycles of life, death, and rebirth, and who honored the powers that pulse through both soil and spirit. From them, Freja inherited her mastery of Seiðr, the deep shamanic magic of the North.

Seiðr is the magic of the weavers, the oracles, the ones who see beyond the veil. Through trance, chant, and sacred herbs, Freja and her priestesses entered the woven fabric of fate itself - the threads of wyrd - to divine the past, glimpse the future, and gently shift the currents of destiny. In her wisdom, Freja taught even Odin this art, though his skills never equaled her own. For she was the mistress of that which cannot be conquered: intuition, embodiment, and mystery.

Her gifts were many. She could shape-shift through her falcon cloak, flying between realms. She rode a chariot drawn by great cats, symbols of sensual power and fierce independence. Her beloved companion, the boar Hildisvíni, was both guardian and initiator, accompanying her into battles and prophecies alike. And around her neck, she wore the fabled Brísingamen - a golden torc forged by dwarves, pulsing with magic and radiance.

Freja's Valkyries

Freja and the Rites of Life, Death, and Rebirth

As Queen of Folkvangr, Freja, and her pantheon of Valkyries, received half of the fallen warriors into her own Hall, known as Freja's Hall - the rest went to Odin’s Valhalla. But her realm was not one of endless war; it was a field of renewal and peace, where the souls of the brave and the wise found rest. She presided over both birth and death, desire and surrender- the full spectrum of creation’s rhythm.

Freja’s sacred calendar mirrored the turning of the Earth. The ancients divided the year into six seasons - Conception, Birth, Youth, Adulthood, Senescence, and Death/Afterlife - each one a reflection of life’s continuous cycle. Her presence could be felt in every turning: the fertile pulse of spring, the golden abundance of summer, the quiet descent of autumn, and the still, inward mystery of winter. It was she who guided the soul’s passage through each transformation, reminding us that death itself is only a doorway back into life.

The Volva of Freja

The Witchcraft of Freja and the Power of Seiðr

Freja’s magic was never about domination - it was about relationship. Through her, magic became an act of deep communion with the forces of nature and the unseen. She taught that to shape fate, one must first surrender to it's current. Her Seiðr rites involved trance, song, rhythm, and plant allies - each chosen to open the soul’s sight. The Völva, or seeresses, who followed her ways became living conduits of her wisdom, speaking the language of wind and flame, sea and seed.

It was Freja who first revealed that fate is not fixed; it is a tapestry that can be rewoven through love, intuition, and courage. Her teachings remind us that the feminine is not passive - it is creative, cyclical, and ever-transforming. To practice Seiðr is to remember that our lives are living prayers, that every choice, every breath, weaves another thread into the great design.

Freja's Symbols

Freja’s Sacred Tools and Symbols

Freja’s artifacts were not mere adornments but expressions of her power:

• The Falcon Cloak - a mantle of transformation, granting flight between worlds.

• Brísingamen - her golden necklace, radiant with solar fire and divine protection.

• Hildisvíni - her boar companion, representing strength, fertility, and sacred ferocity.

• The Cat Chariot - drawn by lynx or wildcats, symbolizing intuition, sensual grace, and the fierce independence of womanhood.

  
  

Each tool mirrors an aspect of her being: the freedom to move between worlds, the beauty of self-worth, the courage to guard one’s sovereignty, and the joy of unrestrained love.

Freja's Legacy

Freja’s Legacy for the Modern Priestess

For centuries, men, who hungered for power, wrote her story to make her small. They called her impure because she could not be possessed. They feared her because she answered only to her own heart. But the time of distortion is ending. Freja rises once more as a teacher for this age of remembrance.

To follow Freja is to reclaim the sacred union between spirit and body, intuition and action, life and death. She invites us to walk in beauty and wildness, to honor pleasure as medicine, and to approach the unseen with reverence.

Through her, we remember that the feminine is not a thing to be tamed - it is a force to be honored. And as the veils thin this Samhain, Freja calls us home - to the truth that we are not separate from the divine, but living expressions of it.

Freja's Pipe

Freja, Cannabis, and Seiðr (On the Sacred Plant Ally)

Freja is the shining heart of the Norse pantheon - a goddess of dazzling beauty, boundless sensuality, and deep magical power. She belongs to the Vanir, the tribe of gods most closely tied to fertility, prosperity, and the natural world, yet she moves easily between realms, practicing the high magic of seiðr - a form of shamanic sorcery that weaves fate itself. She rides in a chariot drawn by great lynix cats, wears the famed necklace Brísingamen that glows like the sun upon her heart, and possesses a falcon-feather cloak that allows her to shapeshift and fly between worlds. Her dominion is vast: she is patroness of lovers and warriors alike, receiving half of the battle-slain into her hall of Sessrúmnir, even as she blesses fields and wombs with fertility.

Cannabis fits naturally within her magical and sensual domain. While not named directly in surviving Norse texts, it would have been known to the Norse people through trade routes connecting them to cultures where the plant was sacred and medicinal. In the practice of seiðr - which often involved altered states, chanting, and visionary travel - cannabis would have been a natural plant ally, helping to open the mind’s gates and deepen trance. Freja’s lynx cats, symbols of both sensuality and mystery, also echo cannabis’s own dual nature - soothing and tender, yet capable of unleashing deep, transformative experiences. As a goddess of love and erotic pleasure, Freja would recognize cannabis as a plant that softens the heart, heightens sensation, and invites deeper intimacy. As a sorceress, she would value its power to shift consciousness and open pathways to the unseen. To make an offering of cannabis to Freja is to invite her gifts of passion, beauty, and vision. The smoke that rises is like the mist of the Norse otherworlds - carrying prayers and desires to the goddess who weaves fate with a golden thread.

Mycelial Web of Freja

Freja’s Trance Magic & the Entheogenic Web

The ancient Norse mapped the cosmos as a great tree - Yggdrasil, the axis of all being. Freja’s magic spiraled through its roots like vine and starlight. Her priestesses knew the paths between worlds not through books, but through breath, blood, and the whisper of fungi beneath the soil.

The use of entheogenic mushrooms, especially Amanita muscaria, allowed the veil to part. This was not superstition but a deeply rooted technology of the soul. In guided ceremony, with invocation and ancestral song, these fungal sacraments opened the gates. The women became oracles, midwives of fate, and vessels of divine memory.

To serve Freja is to remember the ancient feminine not as docile, but primal, sensual, sovereign. Her priestesses were midwives of death, carriers of ecstasy, and keepers of the web. In the rites of the Disir - the ancestral mothers - women lay swathed in furs and firelight, surrounded by birch smoke and the hum of mycelium beneath them. Their voices rose as one, like threads of wyrd spun into song. And Freja came - not as myth, but as presence. Her breath in the wind. Her touch in the mushroom’s pulse.

Through these rites, the mushroom was not a tool - it was a teacher. It held sacred memories older than the gods and goddesses, and in its flesh was the language of the Mother Earth herself. The priestesses listened, and in that sacred listening, the worlds opened.

Today, the rites of Freja still hum beneath Mother Earth's soil, waiting. They echo in dreams, in rings of red and white, in the deep hunger for a magic that is wild, sensual, and raw. To sip from the mushroom’s cup is to remember the web of life beneath our feet. Her priestesses rise again - not to copy the past, but to remember our divine essence.

Let the mushroom circles be our sanctuaries once again. Let the golden fields and forest floors be our temples. Let our breath, our grief, our pleasure, and our power be the offering. And let the sacred fungi lead us, as they once led the women of old, back into the arms of the Goddess.

Freja's Mead - Nectar of the Goddess

The Honeyed Elixir: Mead and the Trance of Seiðr

Long before the written word, the priestesses of Freja gathered in circle beneath flickering torchlight to share a golden drink born of bees and blossoms - mead, the nectar of the Gods and Goddesses. This honeyed elixir was not merely a celebratory beverage; it was a sacrament, a potion of communion between realms. Crafted with intention, prayer, and song, it carried within it the sweetness of Mother Earth and the sunlight of the divine.

In the lore of the North, mead is the drink of poets, prophets, gods and goddesses - the Mead of Inspiration, said to bestow wisdom and eloquence upon those who sip it's golden depths. Freja’s priestesses understood that this sacred brew opened the heart and quickened the senses. Within its warmth, barriers between the worlds softened, allowing visions to flow like honey from the comb.

In their rites of Seiðr, the women drank mead not to lose consciousness, but to expand it - to slip into the liminal, where the hum of bees and the song of stars wove into one voice. As the fire crackled and the chant rose, the mead awakened the senses, kindling the sacred marriage between body and spirit. It was the golden thread that bridged the mortal and the divine.

Each batch was a spell - infused with herbs, blossoms, and blessings unique to the season. The priestesses whispered Freja’s name over the fermenting honey, invoking her love, her strength, her boundless sensuality.

When they drank, it was an offering, a prayer in motion:

to awaken the divine within,

to honor the cycles of life and death,

to weave fate with steady, sacred hands.

To sip Freja’s mead today is to remember the wild sweetness of being alive. It is to taste the sun, the flower, and the bee - all joined in ecstatic union. It is to lift the cup of golden light and whisper a vow to the goddess of love and magic:

May our wild hearts be open.

May our authentic voices be true.

May we walk the path of our untamed hearts and liberated voices in true freedom.

Freja's Green and Gold Trinity

Freja’s Green and Golden Trinity

The priestesses of Freja knew that the sacred could be touched through the living spirit of Mother Earth. To them, every plant, every drop of honey, every fruiting body was a doorway to the divine. In their Seiðr rites, three sacraments were held in highest reverence: mushrooms, cannabis, and mead - the green and golden trinity of the Goddess.

Each served a different key to the same gate...

The mushroom was the root - the deep, red-veiled teacher that opened the underworld of the soul.

Cannabis was the leaf - the soft wind of love and vision that carried the heart into higher realms.

Mead was the blossom - the golden bridge between spirit and matter, sung into being by bees and priestesses alike.

Together, they formed a living ritual of remembrance. These sacraments were never about escape; they were about embodiment - awakening the senses so the spirit could speak through them. Through these holy allies, the women of Freja entered trance, sang the threads of fate, and wove magic that healed both body and land.

As the veils thin at Samhain, these ancient medicines whisper to us again.

They call us to remember that ecstasy is not sin, that pleasure can be prayer, that Mother Earth still offers her keys to those with ears to listen.

To commune with these sacraments in reverence is to walk once more in the footsteps of Freja’s priestesses -

to drink the honey of the sun,

to inhale the green fire of the leaf,

to taste the wisdom of the mushroom,

and to return to the truth that has always been ours:

that the body is sacred, Mother Earth is alive, and magic is our birthright.

Freja Queen of Samhain

Samhain Blessing: Freja’s Call Between the Worlds

As the final harvest wanes and the veil grows thin, the Goddess Freja rides once more between the worlds - her chariot drawn by her lynx cats, her cloak woven of falcon feathers and starlight. She calls her daughters to gather in the hush of autumn’s twilight, where love and death meet as one golden flame.

This is the season of remembrance - of ancestors, of magic, of the wild, untamed spirit that no darkness can contain. The old ways whisper through the falling leaves, inviting us to return to what is sacred, sensual, and true.

Freja’s priestesses once communed with the Green and Golden Trinity - mushroom, cannabis, and mead - to open the gates of Seiðr, the deep sorcery of the North. Through these sacraments they entered trance and wove the songs of fate, their bodies becoming temples of prophecy and praise.

And now, her priestesses rise again....

🌕 Samhain Priestess Ceremony - Honoring Freja: Mistress of Seiðr, Keeper of the Golden Tears, Weaver Between the Worlds.

On Sunday, November 2nd, beneath the Wilson Creek sky, we gather as women of remembrance - to honor our ancestors, awaken our sight beyond the veil, and celebrate the Goddess within and without. Through sacred song, trance, and the optional communion of the sacraments of Freja - mushroom, cannabis, and mead - we return to the heart of the old ways.

This ceremony is a prayer for freedom, beauty, and remembrance.

It is an invitation to walk the path of the priestess,

to embody the sacred feminine,

and to awaken the wild light within us that Freja guards within her golden heart.

Space is sacred and limited.

To register, please send your offering and intention to plantspiritfairy@gmail.com.

Come as you are, adorned in love and devotion - your presence is the true offering.

May this Samhain find you radiant in remembrance,

rooted in love, and crowned in gold.

May the veils part gently, and may the whisper of Freja’s magic

guide you home to yourself once more.

So it is. So it was. So it shall ever be.

Renee Boje at Roberts Creek Pier September 2025

Author’s Note

Written by Renee Boje - Devoted Priestess of the Goddess Freja - Founder of the Plant Spirit Medicine Society

This writing is a living prayer - an offering of remembrance to the Goddess Freja and to all women walking the path of reclamation. May it awaken what has long slept within you - the knowing that your body is sacred, your voice is power, and your magic is medicine.

In this turning of the wheel, may we remember that the priestess within was never lost - only waiting to be called forth again.

And as we gather beneath the Samhain moon, may our laughter, our tears, and our devotion weave a new song for the world - one sung in the name of love, freedom, and the golden heart of Freja.