The Havamal Witches

From Danish writer Andrea Hejlskov, on structural sexism in Heathenry

We know that every time a women kills herself two men does the same. That nine out of ten victims of violence are men. That men seldom seek the doctor by own initiative. That men are not prone to ask for help. That the majority of addicts are men. That the majority of homeless people are men.

We know.

Yet the violence of men towards women is not a subject that we should ignore, diminish or close our eyes to. We should not accept it and we should not excuse it.

I believe heathen spirituality encompasses strong moral concepts such as courage and strength. This means that we most be brave enough, always, to confront the dragon – even if it sits in our midst – and that is what I believe the hasthtag #havamalwitches strives to do.

See, the subject of sexism within heathenry is so much more than a story of physical violence: it is also a story of structural sexism, the kind of sexism that cannot easily be addressed because it is subtle, internalised and banned from our self-understanding. We´re not like that, right? “not in our community, we´re pagans, christ, get a grip!”

Yes: in our community.

I am a “strong” woman and as such I believe many people would maybe have a hard time seeing or understanding that I would have had problems with sexism within heathenry. I am assertive and somewhat successful, I have strong political beliefs and I do have some “power.”

I earned it, I gained it, I fought for it… and I will not excuse this (because I don´t think a man would).

Power struggles, gossip and lack of loyalty is something we all have to deal with; however, I feel that I had to fight a bit harder for both my voice and that loyalty from others. I cannot recount the many times I have been hushed upon on reconstructionists forums. I cannot recount the times people would turn to my blótbrother instead of me asking him to walk them through the ritual.

Worse, the many times we, as women, have had to fight each other because there were so limited space for us… we became competitors.

The structural subject of sexism is a difficult one to handle. Let me make this specific, allow me to root my point in an actual situation, a time, a place, some people sitting around a fire: it was after a very strong blót, the horn was passing around among us, we were drunk, the ocean lay calm and glistening under the full moon, we were laughing.

You know how it is. You know the power of this. The openness in the heart, the sense of community, the sense of being connected to the gods, that the whole world is alive.

My boyfriend at the time was a Gode and I was (am) a Gytha. We did not belong to the same kindred but that night was a mix of people from here and there, then and now; it was an open event and as some swam naked in the calm of the ocean, others would dance around the fire. He and I were dancing around the fire. Meaning; debate and conversation is the root of our religion, this is how the world was created “then went the high and the holy ones to the Rókstolar to hold converse”

As it often happens within heathenry, the dialogue and the debate became heated, wild as the fire, and my boyfriend, when drunk, would change character.

I knew this about him. We would talk about it (when he was not drunk).

Given that there is also a lot of (ritual) drinking in our practise this was becoming an increasing problem in our relationship so that night I asked him to stop- he snapped. I became very afraid of him. I grabbed my cloak and ran for the woods where I hid all night under a bush, afraid that he should find me.

“I´ll kill you” he yelled, into the dark. Later he went to sleep in our tent.

I don´t think the others knew. I mean, as Scandinavians we are quite tolerant, yes, I don´t think they sensed the same danger as I did. I tell myself they didn´t know. I don´t think they knew.

The shame and the humiliation the next day, crawling towards the people after having spend the night as an animal, under the bush, heavy breathing, using my magic to make myself invisible. Scared. To pretend as if nothing had happened. The flickering in peoples eyes as I would then return to my “status”- how my “status”, my worth, my name, my word would slowly be undermined by these episodes. And this: because I am a strong women- people tend to simply not believe me when I share sensitive stuff. Hurt. Pain. Fear.

So I am requested now to “prove” that I am a victim of sexism- my word seems to not be enough. It is insulting really. Am I supposed to cry? Am I supposed to come off as weak, am I supposed to victimize myself… before you would believe me?

I don´t hate this man. Not at all. But I hate that I should fear for my life when he was drunk and that I should be in actual danger because he could not contain his emotion, he could not allow it- and I was not a soft harboring woman with my bosom, I would not comfort him, no, I would demand more of him… because such are my inclinations as a heathen woman.

In some ways I think we were both victims of sexism.

The culture within heathenry does not demand from a man like that–that he should reach out, open up, ask for help. I don´t think anybody approached him and said “hey… dude…”

Instead other men would maybe even look up to him for being such an badass.

It was a dysfunctional relationship, no doubt about it but this is not the point of my story, by sharing this I want to highlight some of the hidden shit we deal with, all of us, alone.

Because of the things that happened I came to mistrust my kindred, my friends. I didn´t feel safe. The space of heathenry became contaminated, maybe we contaminated it ourselves- but the taboo of this, the way we would never talk about these incidences (and there were other incidences, other people, other stories)- slowly eroded something within me. I came to mistrust my community. I came to question loyalty- and if you don´t have loyalty, then what do you have?

Sexism came between us.

The stereotype of gender that my boyfriend suffered under – and me as well.

So I disappeared. I went into the wild and lived one the fringes for six years, practising alone.

Well. I am back now.

Andrea Hejlskov

Andrea Hejlskov is a Danish author and journalist living off grid in the wilds woods of Sweden. She has been a gythja for nearly 15 years. This is her page


8 thoughts on “The Havamal Witches

  1. Reconstructionists can have a hard time dealing with sexism (and racism, and lots of other -isms) because the religions they’re reconstructing were part of cultures for which all these -isms were the norm. They forget that not every bit of a culture deserves to be retained.


    1. No, those -isms are postmodern, post-industrial concepts that didn’t exist at that time. Only a fool would apply modern constructs to the understanding of the ancient mind and the Folkway.


  2. Not so oddly enough, I was thinking about sexism, “the Gods,” and how Anarchy fits in to pagan and Neo-Pagan systems of faith. Most pantheons are hierarchal, though some are flatter (various Native American forms) and others are extremely rigid (Chinese Empire of Heaven). So what has this to do with the Aesir and company?
    Not a lot, at first, but think about it. Most (all?) of the people who post articles are self-described anarchists, and yet most forms of paganism are very much NOT. Even Wicca tends toward rigid hierarchies of High Priest(ess), Priest(ess) and Coven with rigorous chains of lineage.
    Well, I know, and have known several Heathens including a gay Godhi. And suggesting a change to a more “modern” view of sexuality, gender, and setting aside of the “traditional” gender roles and expectations quickly lead to months of silence and contempt. Even amongst the women who claim to be feminist Heathens there is an insistence that the traditions must be kept. Because…
    Why? The Eddas clearly state that the old order, the old ways WILL die during Ragnarök. All of the old gods die and a new group, their siblings and children, yes, but a new group will arise to guide the worlds. All of the old evils, the old problems will be slain and turned to ashes, but a new, better world will come forth. Yes, I know y’all know this, but…
    But, what if Anarchy can be this new world’s order? One of Loki’s children is, possibly, alive as are Thor’s, there’s Baldr, Hoenir, and others. So why not create a new Heathenry out of the old by embracing equality, liberty, and well, y’all know that, too.
    As to my other thoughts on sexism, etc. Well, let’s just say, sexism cuts many ways, and everybody bleeds…


    1. It is very much a case of people wanting to hold onto everything the ancestors did, without discerning what may be good or bad about it. If we cannot learn from our foremothers’ and forefathers’ mistakes and wrongdoing, then what right have we to use their practices and ideals?


  3. Our ancestors, like ourselves were imperfect. This is the reason that we have to compare how things wok in our world, compared to how it worked in their world. Some of my ancestors owned slaves. But that does not mean that I should do the same now. I live now, so I have to figure out what works now, not what used to work back then. I can not afford to blindly follow anyone, that includes my ancestors.


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