There is no single object that has been regarded with as much wonder and adoration by humanity than the Sun. Throughout the ages, the world has been richly adorned with monuments, structures, images, literature, religions, and myths which reflect the unparalleled importance that the Sun has held for all the people of the world.
The Sun is the universal deity, worshipped in every single manifestation of the Natural Religion. And why should she not be? For the Sun is the light of the world. Without the Sun, life on Earth could not exist.
There is no need to dabble in the abstract and the philosophical to recognise the Sun’s divinity. Every creature knows it innately. All life on Earth revolves around it. The power of the Sun is the most empirical of all the divine powers. If there is any deity that could be credibly honoured by atheists, the Sun is it.
It is no wonder that so many Pagan cultures regarded the Sun as the greatest deity of them all.
From the beginning we have seen how at dawn the Sun spreads her light over the lands, saving us from the cold darkness of night, and bringing the gift of vision and warmth.
We saw that when the Sun’s power weakens with the winter, the power of the darkness grows, the days become shorter and darker, the leaves fall from the trees, and the earth dies.
But when the Sun’s power strengthens once more with the spring, the Earth’s womb quickens, light returns with the leaves, the animals bear young, the flowers bloom in the woods, and all the world is beautiful.
All peoples from all cultures have recognised that there is no light which compares with sunlight, for sunlight is imbued with the deepest kind of magic – the kind which brings forth life itself.
After the formation of Midgard, untold numbers of souls from the fiery Otherworldly domain of Muspelheim manifested themselves as flesh within the new cosmos of space and time, filling it with life and light.
They are the stars.
If you were to view the entirety of the physical cosmos at once, perhaps you would see it as an immense sphere of light. But from our relatively minuscule perspective, we know that this light is made up of innumerable individual cells of light.
The stars are the light of the universe, the source of all light in Midgard.
And Sunna is our star.
In Germanic mythology, Sunna is a flaming Goddess from Muspelheim who rides in a chariot bearing the solar orb, which is pulled along by great fiery horses. But light is well acquainted with shadow, and Sunna is in constant conflict with the ravening Wolf of Darkness. Ever is the Wolf drawn to the great light of the Sun, constantly pursuing her across the sky, his great maw snapping and slavering with hunger.
The Wolf is the night, and the winter shadow. The Wolf is death.
A daughter is birthed by Sunna
after she is swallowed by the Wolf
She shall ride as the Gods die
the old paths of her mother.
Woefully, Sunna is doomed to fall to the beast at Ragnarok. But in the moment of her succumbing to death, she shall birth another named Sunna. The Solar Child takes up her chariot and resumes her course across the sky, shining her light upon a new world.
Sunna lies at the very heart of Draug’s outward Midgardian practice, being set at the heart of our calendar and the year-cycle. All of our seasonal rituals and festivals, all of the signs and patterns of the natural world which we reflect on year by year, the birth, death, and rebirth of the vegetation, the movement of the stars, the heat and the cold, and all the joys and grievances of the seasons, it is all bound up with the dance of Earth and Sunna.
Hail to the Sun, Light of the World.
Hail to the Stars, Light of the Universe.