The Cult
No cult of Máni is attested anywhere in the sources, and honesty forbids inventing one. No sanctuary names him, no festival calendar marks his days, no priesthood and no votive deposit is his. What the tradition gives instead is a god of exactly one rite: the monthly count itself. Mánaðr, the month, is his word, and Snorri's charge that he 'rules the new and the waning moons' makes every new moon his sign. The runic inscriptions know the common noun but never address the god, and the Gotland picture stones show the moon as a disc beside the sun-wheel — an emblem, never a person at a rite. The nearest thing to worship the record preserves is calendrical: the moon watched, the month named, the reckoning of meetings and tides pegged to his light. Modern heathen observance that hails Máni at the month's turn is a revival built on that calendrical logic, not the survival of any ancient feast.


