Our Saga

I didn’t start Runwæde because I had the answers.

I started it because I was lost.

I moved through faiths, philosophies, and the noise of a world obsessed with the material.

Logic became my shield.

Distraction became my compass.

And still — something in me starved.

Then the signs began.

Small. Sharp. Impossible to ignore.

Moments that felt like piercings from hidden gods, drops of wisdom falling into Mímir’s pool.

I followed them.

Not perfectly. Not gracefully.

But relentlessly.

The closer I drew to the Norse gods, the more the path shifted - threads knotted, truths obscured, omens coming and going like the tide.

I lashed out.

I envied those with a clear road.

I couldn’t hear what the gods were already whispering.

Until the runes revealed themselves.

Suddenly the mist thinned.

The weight lifted.

The wyrd-patterns came alive under my feet.

I learned to listen.

To stop chasing the past

and start growing forward from it, acorn to tree, root to sky.

This wasn’t a revival.

It was a quickening.

Alone, but not lonely.

Guided by the old gods, strengthened by their rhythms, clothed in the woven threads of fate.

There were gatekeepers.

Walls.

But there were also gaps — shafts of light showing me the next step, reminding me that sovereignty is walked, not granted.

So I continued.

Wandering as Woden wandered, seeking wisdom in the wells, carving clarity from chaos.

From this path, Runwæde was born.

A brand, yes—

but more importantly, a folk, a kin, an Ealddryhtcynd of modern pagans ready to walk openly, proudly, powerfully.

We are here to carry the runes forward, not as relics, but as living tools.

To bring the old gods into the modern world with honour, craft, and sovereignty.

To walk together as a sacred host, growing, learning, and forging our wyrd - one step, one rune, one awakening at a time.

This is our story.

And if it resonates, it’s yours too.