I attended Trothmoot 2010 this year. A wonderful time was had. I’d encourage attending if you can. Next year Trothmoot is in Arkansas.

One night Seiðjallr, Diane Paxson’s seið group, did a session. Another experience I would recommend if you get the opportunity. The session begins with those in attendance journeying to the gates of Hel with the seer. You journey around Yggdrasil to the various worlds. And this is when I had my own personal experience.

As we journeyed under Yggdrasil’s Asgard root, we found Urd’s Well. I also found the Norns. Two stood waiting for me, with the well within touching distance behind them.

I should say this is not the first time I’ve seen the Norns. They are participants in my journeys more often than not. I typically see 2 of them, waiting for me expectantly. This journey was no different. At Urd’s Well, I was greated by two of the three, one standing on each side of a Roman-like throne. It was obvious to me that they expected me to sit in the chair.

Did I sit? Nope. Seems they want me to fill a role that I’m pretty sure I’m not ready for. Though in hind-sight if they think I’m ready then who am I to argue? But hind-sight being what it is…

I shared this with my Sister’s after hearing Cindy talk of seeing Frey sitting on a throne in her second trip to Vanaheim, though she doesn’t talk in detail about it in her blog post. She too described the chair/throne.

I mentioned previoulsy in this post that it was Roman-like. That does not mean it was full of images of Roman deities. What reminded me of a Roman throne was it’s dimensions. It had a slightly wide seat so that when seated there was extra room between the body and the chair. It was deeper too, as if the back of the throne wasn’t intended to be used but could be. Once seated a person is intended to sit straight, only resting arms on the square, wide arms that met the ground/floor at a 90 degree angle. The throne at Urd’s Well was a porcelain white with no discernible blemishes or engravings. It was solid and looked as if it had been chiseled out of rock where it stood but couldn’t possibly have been.

I didn’t touch the chair but could sense that while the chair was white enough to give the impression it would be cold to the touch, I knew that it wouldn’t be cold. Nor would it be hot. Warm as is someone had been sitting in it but had gotten up yet the warmth would feel deeper than that, as if the origin was from inside. The chair remains as clear in my memory today as it did in June. I still see those hands resting gently on each side of the back.

I’m continually amazed at the like experiences reported not just by our group but also with others. If others have seen this chair, I’d love to hear the stories. I’d also love to hear from others with whom the Norns have shown interest in.