Hello again! This is Kristy, your BCHF Editor. Been a while. It’s been far too long since we saw an edition of The Freeholder. No surprise, given we’ve all been contending with the plague (aka Covid-19) for the last year and a half. Although we’re not quite back to “normal” as yet – if ever …
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Hail and welcome! It is a true pleasure to announce that the BCHF has established another venue through which Heathens can network, discuss, and share knowledge. We have created a Discord server which is open to all that wish to join. It is hoped that Heathens and interested others will be able to learn and …
Hail Members of the Freehold! The Witangemot is proud to announce the dates and format for our 2020 Althing. We will be using a private Facebook group that is invitation only to ensure that all members have the opportunity to voice their opinions and cast their votes on the important items on our agenda. Members …
Midsummer is a common folk celebration throughout Germanic countries to this day. It is a time to mark the pleasantries of summer and the recreational activities it affords us. While there are no surviving attestations of the ancient Germanic peoples celebrating Midsummer, the Freehold has chosen to include it as a modern celebration, due to …
Hail! Friends and Members of the Freehold it is my great pleasure to announce that our Editor Kristy Williams has released the newest edition of the Freeholder (a few weeks ago, it’s my fault for the delay). It covers a wide variety of Heathen topics. I hope you enjoy reading the articles and art submitted …
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As a fairly young religious body, the Freehold is nearing 18 years since our founding, it is understandable that we need to review our governing documentation as our definitions of terms and concepts is refined. Such it has come to pass that after twelve years with our current constitution needs review. There are many passages …
Reeling from the iceSnarling from the blowsGrinning through the coldTired from the workTo hearth and home I faredThe ice and the nightThe cold and the stormI slammed behind stout doorsFor fire and warmth Yet my way I lostIn dreamsInto the sea I fellFrom wind whipped rock Spear straight I knifedThrough black wavesCold that bit the …
