New Apprentice Folkbuilder

The AFA is proud to announce Lorraine Wadsworth of Texas as our newest Apprentice Folkbuilder. Texas and the AFA South Central region have been surging with enthusiasm over the last couple of months and with Lori’s help we are poised to see big things. The AFA is able to do what we do because of our amazing people stepping forward and doing the hard work, people like Lori.

Hail Lorraine Wadsworth!

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New Apprentice Folkbuilder

Please join us in welcoming William Migala of Tennessee as the newest Apprentice Folkbuilder of the AFA’s Upper South Region. We have watched this region swell with activity and enthusiasm in the last year and Will is joining a great team in the region led by Witan Svan Herul. Will has shown dedication and persistence thus far and we are excited for the great things he is poised to accomplish in the months and years to come.

Hail Will Migala!

Matthew D. Flavel
Asatru Folk Assembly

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Daniel Young Oathed in as Folkbuilder

On 10/17/20, Daniel Young took his oath and became a full Folkbuilder and took his place as a member of our AFA Leadership. Daniel’s journey thus far has been impressive to say the least. Daniel has been on the front lines of a very tumultuous region, he has had people let him down and he has stepped up to carry the responsibilities that others dropped. Daniel rose to the challenge and continues to rise. The AFA Upper South and the AFA as a whole are well served with Daniel on the team.

Hail Daniel Young!

Matthew D. Flavel
Asatru Folk Assembly

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Adam Hudak Oathed in as Folkbuilder

On 10/17/2020, at the 9th AFA Winter Nights in the Poconos, Adam Hudak took his oath and officially joined the ranks of AFA Leadership as a full Folkbuilder. Adam has preformed at the head of the pack in his time as an apprentice. We have the highest hopes and greatest confidence that he will continue to build up his region (AFA Northeast) as well as the AFA, generally, in the months and years to come. We are honored to have Adam with us.

Hail Folkbuilder Adam Hudak!

Matthew D. Flavel
Asatru Folk Assembly

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Happy Birthday Stephen McNallen

On this day, October 15th, we celebrate the birth of the founder of the Asatru Folk Assembly in 1948. Mr. McNallen was born in Breckenridge, Texas, later attending Midwestern State University in Wichita Falls, Texas. After college he commissioned into the Army as a 2nd Leutenant and served as an army ranger. Mr. McNallen founded the viking brotherhood in 1970, which would later grow into the asatru free assembly, and later the Asatru Folk Assembly in 1995. All American asatruar are only asatruar because Mr. McNallen and his tireless promotion of our faith, without him American heathenry would look very different, if it would exist at all.Happy birthday to our founder and elder of our church, Steve McNallen!!

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Day of Remembrance for Meister Guido Von List

On the 9th day of October, we honor Meister Guido Von List of Austria, author of “The Secret of the Runes”, among other glorious works! 

Guido Karl Anton List was born in 1848, in Vienna, Austria, to a fairly wealthy family that worked in the leather industry. He was raised Catholic, but mentioned that his faith in the Æsir started at a young age. He was especially drawn to Wotan. 

During his young adult years, he made a living through leather work, just like his father before him. However, he spent much of his free time being an author and a painter, as well as climbing mountains, among other things. 

On one particular Midsummer expedition, he he was inspired enough to reject the foreign faith of Catholicism, and affirm his belief in Odin and the Gods of our Folk! This marked the beginning of Meister Von List’s journey into legend. 

When his father passed away in 1877, Von List made the decision to leave the leather business behind. Instead of following in his father’s footsteps, he chose to devote his time to work more fitting of a man of Wotan: writing, painting, and esoteric studies. For the next 25 years, his writing gained more and more attention, particularly in nationalist circles, as he slowly became a voice of the Volkisch movement in Germanic Europe. His popularity continued to rise, up until he made his great discovery of the Armanen runes in 1902. 

After being blinded for nearly an entire year due to cataract surgery, Von List spent a great deal of time with nothing but his thoughts to entertain him. While blinded, he discovered the Armanen runes, which he believed to be the original language of our Folk. These runes became the basis for his spiritual writings from that point forward, and are now the biggest part of his legacy. 

Von List passed away of old age not long after the Great War, in 1919. He left us with many great works: plays, manuscripts, novels, and of course, the Armanen runes. These writings reached many people even in his time, inspiring a group called the High Armanist Order, who dedicated themselves to the worship of Wotan. 

Meister Guido Von List is truly worthy of many a raised horn, as his invaluable work has inspired and awakened so many of our Folk. From the High Armanist Order, to Alexander Rud Mills, and even to the Asatru Folk Assembly in modern times, his work has made an astounding difference where there otherwise would have been no divergence from the spiritual path given to us by the Abrahamic faiths. 

Hail Guido Von List! 
Trent EastFolkbuilder, Deep SouthAsatru Folk

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Winter Nights (2013)

from The Voice: November 2013

A Few Words From The Alsherjargothi:

As October ends, we can look back on an eventful month since our last issue. The high point, of course, was Winter Nights in the Poconos – the AFA’s major East Coast gathering. And what a gathering it was, as the articles and pictures in this issue will attest! Our joyous throng pretty much filled up Camp Netimus; any more people and we would have to have eaten in shifts! The event had a great balance of activity and relaxation …
one hand to Asatru elder David James, on the other! This was indeed a community of the Folk. David was sworn in as AFA Clergy, and the Folkbuilders likewise grew: Charlotte Hoxie advanced to Folkbuilder, and Dennis Boltenhouse renewed his Folkbuilder oath. We grew, in every sense. When I gave my opening presentation at Camp Netimus two weeks ago, I listed the things we had accomplished since we first gathered there last year. Some of these things I mentioned in the last Voice, like our awesome web site statistics. But there was so much more – AFA membership up 20% in the last year, numerous Freyfaxi and Winter Nights gatherings both large and small sponsored by Folkbuilders from one end of the continent to the other, our highly successful trip to Denmark, and more.

The AFA is doing very well – thanks to our excellent leaders who make my job infinitely easier (or for that matter, possible), and thanks to the support of men and women like you, our members. You have all accomplished great things!

In the months to come we can look forward to various Yule events held locally and regionally around the country … and it’s not to early to start thinking about coming out to California next June for our big West Coast event, Midsummer! 

Winter Nights In The Poconos – 2013

Jon Upsal blogs –

I had the very good fortune to spend Saturday in Pennsylvania attending the now-annual AFA Winternights event. Unfortunately, although I had originally planned to spend the whole weekend at the event, the world conspired to not make that possible. Still, I spent the day, and was able to bring my daughter. Gotta say it was a blast, as was last year’s … 
I could mention the excellent DAsabloat, and the Tyr bloat where various weapons were blessed, and the auction, and the talk by Steve McNallen on ritual and the nature of the Gods. All were superb as expected. But what I would like to mention is the simple act of hanging out with fellow Asatruar.

What I love about these sorts of events is that I come away feeling energized. It’s all too easy to live in a bubble, talking with the same folks day in and day out, and doing ritual with the same group of people, and even interacting with folks online.

But I find there is something incalculable about actually being on the same land with new people (and old people with whom one has not been in touch with in years, as I had the great good fortune to do). There’s something energizing about being in a ritual with people from all over the country (indeed, all over the world, in this particular case), who have come together to worship our Gods and honor our Folk. I, in particular, love to see the little variations in the way different people from different places do things. Whether it’s the blessing of the food before the meal, or the structure of the bloat itself, I love to see the various ways we all find to do things – different, yet recognizable.

We all benefit not only from the cross-pollination of ideas, but also from the simple act of human contact. Get off the computer, get out of the rut of your usual group, and go honor the Gods with someone new. At the very least, you will have an opportunity to learn and share.

Embrace The Mystery … Create The Mystery 

Winter Nights in the Poconos was an amazing event. The event was beyond words, so I will let the people that attended and the photos speak for themselves.

Stefano Bertoli, member of Tears of Othila – What a great weekend, what a wonderful event, what a great concert.:. Many thanks to …

Suzanne Conkling – great time this weekend with everyone a€” thanks again to all my volunteers and zombies!!

Nicholas Ferreri – I would like to share an experience I had this weekend with you all, something that sums up how I feel about this weekend. On Saturday after the bands were playing and everyone was socializing in Birch Hall, I watched an amazing 
The big deal was that these six men, during all the noise and commotion of the moment held Sumbel. Amongst themselves in a crowded hall and remarkably, not a soul noticed. Well I did, everyone should have. It was Robert, Steve, Brad, Michael, Nicholas and Josh. Generations of our folks leaders, all together, lock together, as brother and not a soul noticed. So I watched the most powerful thing I have ever seen, these brothers locked in close, doing Sumbel and celebrating the fact that this may NEVER be together in this way again. Towards the end, Thor came to speak with his father Robert, and was pulled into this circle. I watched this and was made proud and humble by it. It reminded me of the theme of this weekend, Embrace the mystery. It also reminded me of what you can see if you just keep your eyes open and look. You might just be surprised by what you find.

Eirik Westcoat- Hail to another wonderful AFA event in the Northeast, and a big thank you to everyone who listened to my poetry.

Patricia L. Hall- THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU EVERYONE! You give me purpose!

Stuart Sudekum- Another brilliant AFA event. Can’t think of a better way to cap off the honeymoon.

Tony Lester – It was a wonderful weekend of energy, wisdom and joy. Proper Heathenry at its best.

Clifford Erickson – Awesome event! Thank you everyone who put so much effort into making this a success.

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Denmark Moot – Part 2 (2013)

from The Voice: October 2013
by Brad Taylor-Hicks 

I emerged from the burial chamber into the Danish sunlight. Those who know me will testify that l’m not often lost for words, but I was quiet as we drove away from the farmer’s field, still coming to terms with the experience I had inside that tomb, and trying to place it within the framework of all the various notions of death and rebirth. 

I walked into the room at the National Museum, and my eyes immediately focused on one object out of perhaps half a dozen, many of which were larger or more colorful. It was only about three feet tall, but to me it stood high above the others …

As many of you know, the Snoldelev runestone is of special interest to the AFA. The triple­horn motif which we adopted as our emblem appears on this monument, signifying the three containers of mead Odin drank to win the gift of wisdom, of the divine ecstatic… Our magical mystery tour continued (being truly magical and mysterious), and in short order we arrived at our next destination. If the burial chamber was the place of stasis and contemplation, then this was a place of action and abundance. The Trelleborg at Slagelse was a massive Viking age ring fort, used as a staging post for raids into other lands; it was built under the auspices of the King, Harald Bluetooth, son of Gorm. We were welcomed with the laughter of joyous children as we made our way past the museum’s playground, complete with miniature God poles, a felled tree in place of a climbing frame, and a miniature long house. 

The Long House (the full sized one) was something to behold, huge in its scale. Reconstructed in 1948, it stands as one of the earliest efforts to reconstruct our ancestral halls. Modern historians debate the reconstruction as new information has come to light, but that did not dim our pleasure as we took our lunch there, sitting like ancient kings under the high shingled roof. 

We crossed the bridge over the moat and started to make our way toward the entrance through the 16-foot-high dirt walls. Steve leapt up the wall charging as if into battle; I think a part of him wanted to know how it would have felt to have scaled the walls, sword in hand. And what a view greeted him from the top of the wall! Laid out in a sun wheel, the massive fortification was breathtaking. There were concrete markers that showed where the various houses would have stood and one could imagine the place filled with warriors where now there were only sheep grazing freely. Alongside the fort ran a river; perhaps there had been ships laden with goods, well earned or well won, their oars pulled by men coming home to a glad Jarl and a full horn. A more sobering place was near the exit where we walked past the numerous small burial mounds. We paid our respects to the 157 ancients who lay there; most had been Christianized, though some were buried with grave goods.

We drove again through the Danish countryside; this time our goal was the small village of … much larger stone in commemoration of the original, which now sits in the National Museum in Copenhagen…

We raised a horn in honor of Gunnvaldr, and it was impossible not to feel the connection made in that place, that sense of the old and new, of the carrying of that Gothi’s work into the future, of remembrance of our Gods and Kings, of honoring the strength of our people and pushing back against a thousand years of Christianity. I left a small gift at that site, a token of thanks: a round pin, with a tri-horn on it. 

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New Apprentice Folkbuilder

Please join me in welcoming Benjamin Cooper of Idaho as the AFA’s newest Apprentice Folkbuilder! Ben will be working alongside Connor Norris and Joe Rozanek to build and serve our Northwest membership. The Northwest has seen rapid growth over the last year and a half and we have big plans for the future. We are excited to see the great work Ben is poised to do for our Folk and our Gods.

Hail Ben Cooper!
Hail the AFA!
Hail the Aesir!

Matthew D. Flavel
Asatru Folk Assembly

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Denmark Moot (2013

from The Voice: August 2013

Here are a few pictures of the first AFA Event in Europe. The next issue of THE VOICE, will contain more stories and photos from all whom attended the moot. 

I walked into the room at the National Museum, and my eyes immediately focused on one object out of perhaps half a dozen, many of which were larger or more colorful. It was only about three feet tall, but to me it stood high above the others …

As many of you know, the Snoldelev runestone is of special interest to the AFA. The triple-horn motif which we adopted as our emblem appears on this monument, signifying the three containers of mead Odin drank to win the gift of wisdom, of the divine ecstatic condition. 

The Snoldelev stone – named for the village in which it was found – is dedicated to the honor of Gunnvald, “son of Hroald, thulr at Salhaugar.” In this context – and especially considering the heavily Odinic associations of the three-horned symbol – thulr would be a reciter of the religious lore, and perhaps a seer himself. The inscription dates from around the year 800, just as the Viking Age was getting underway.

Another strange thing about the Snoldelev stone is that it contains not one, but three, …seems to me to be significant, indicating a sort of succession from the age of bronze, to the age of iron, to that of the odr/subtle energy. But that’s just my personal interpretation.

I lingered in the room as long as I could, contemplating this stone that is so important to the organization to which we belong. I asked it for its wisdom, for the secrets contained within, and I thought on Gunnvald, deprived of his memorial stone.

-Steve McNallen

Denmark – Part One

It’s hard to describe our pilgrimage. It wasn’t a vacation, not a simple snapshot tour of the European countryside, nor was it merely an AFA ‘business trip’. It was the quenching of a thirst I didn’t know I had; an ecstatic mead of people and places pouring their spirit into the cauldron that hangs in my heart. Looking back just a few weeks later, it becomes difficult to separate the experiences; impossible to think which stone circle we visited first or last, or to count the seemingly endless bottles of mead that we poured on the ancient mounds of the great dead.

Denmark is the storybook land. As I write this, hundreds of people gather to celebrate the centennial of The Little Mermaid statue in Copenhagen. Everywhere we went, thatched cottages sat at the end of meandering country lanes, fields of wheat were being harvested, and the Danish flag flew proudly atop flagpoles everywhere, dwarfed only by the multitude of windmills.

I could write at length about the land of Jutes and Angles, but I’ll just point out a few highlights that I felt transformed me spiritually.

The Copenhagen Museum – Surrounded by items I have long seen in pictures was fascinating. The Gundestrop Cauldron was a real highlight, as were the numerous hammers, idols, swords and helmets, but two moments of greatness happened here. The first was standing in the shadow of an Auroch’s skeleton. Together with Matt Flavel, our Folkbuilder Coordinator, we stared at the mighty beast, hunted and lost to a bog, not eaten by his killers, but preserved for all time. Perhaps his destiny was not to sustain another’s …have breezed the bones. Uuuuuruuuuzzz .. .for the might of the young hunters …. Uuuuuuruuuzzzz … for the might of the beast… .. Uruuuzzzzzzz …… a destiny fulfilled, 
perhaps for us and for the Auroch’s.

It was just a few rooms later, past the wagon, the bog bodies (I admit to mixed feelings about their being showcased) the shields and Lur trumpets that the Hall of Runestones appeared. It was not the largest, nor the most elaborate, but for us it was the most important. That day, the Trihorn emblem of the AFA came home. I was honored to be present when Stephen McNallen set eyes on the Snoldelev stone for the first time. The symbol which has meant so much to us as AFA kin was taken from the engraving made on that stone in the 9th century. It was the perfect first day, and set the tone for the days to come.

We visited standing stones and dolmens, but I had a true awakening deep in the womb of the earth. Our Danish Folkbuilder Lars lrenesson along with our new friends Soren and Aziza had planned an amazing tour (most of which Steve has detailed in his regular postings on the web). We drove our cars along country roads and made our way on foot up a dirt path in the middle of a farmer’s field. I don’t know where it was. I couldn’t point it out on a map, nor tell you the name of the place, but those are details, unimportant and unnecessary as we made our way up the gentle slope to two tree-lined burial mounds. They stood as a shocking green crown atop the golden wheat that covered the land. We made our way past the first hill, under shady beech trees and past brambles, to the second mound.

My breath left my body. I’ve stood at burial mounds before, but never have I stared at the entrance to one. The long stone-lined tunnel invited us deep within, where Aziza had lit candles to illuminate the chamber. As Shiela McNallen entered the tomb, a rabble of Butterflies made their exit, jet black and beautiful in the sunlight.

The tomb was big enough to fit eight of us comfortably, and tall enough that I could stand upright, albeit barely. We sat against the cool stone. We passed a horn and absorbed the silent beauty of the chamber. Here we sat not in a place of death, but in a gateway to the next realm. I found it strangely comforting and humbling. Matt asked if I would lead us in a… down the entrance and see the world from that perspective. From the stony dark to the blue skies and fields outside. Life, to death, to rebirth. Something shifted inside me. In that moment, the sunlight washing over my face through the darkness, I changed.

-Brad Taylor-Hicks

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