Re: I think Odin chose me before I was Pagan
I have always seen Odin standing in the trees looking at me- though i didnt always accecpt that it was him. his face hidden, for years it was "grow up, boy" that i heard. I tried to be valliant- portecting those that i felt needed it (even if it wasnt what they deserved) and i have the scars for that. I wanted to seek for esoteric knowledge, to walk with one foot in the spirit world- but for me to do that, i needed to sacrifice part of the mundane world.
I have never refused aid to a stranger, because when i was about five, i read the story of how Odin masqueraded as an old feeble man leaning on a stick and was insulted by a yound warrior (if any of you more litterate heathens want ot point out that story's name or content, i'd appreciate it ) - it's actually one of that things that showed me that my new wife was perfect for me- she always gives money to vagrants for the same reason.
Has it always been easy? nope. I can hear the Old Man laughing every time I commit to something ridiclous- cause HE knows, even if i don't what it is that he requires. and i think it is this:
Stand up . be honest. pay whatever consequence even your life, for what you belive, truly belive, to be important. and as you pay that price, revel in it. laugh. don't be the miser, complaining you sold your eye for Ominiscience, but laugh merilly at the bargin! be lusty. be honorable. Be the most complete, no regretful you you can be. oh- and hang some mead in a tree. He seems to like that.
(i would like to say, Astaru, that if my tone offends, I say all this with the utmost respect and reverence. Hail Odin.)
I have always seen Odin standing in the trees looking at me- though i didnt always accecpt that it was him. his face hidden, for years it was "grow up, boy" that i heard. I tried to be valliant- portecting those that i felt needed it (even if it wasnt what they deserved) and i have the scars for that. I wanted to seek for esoteric knowledge, to walk with one foot in the spirit world- but for me to do that, i needed to sacrifice part of the mundane world.
I have never refused aid to a stranger, because when i was about five, i read the story of how Odin masqueraded as an old feeble man leaning on a stick and was insulted by a yound warrior (if any of you more litterate heathens want ot point out that story's name or content, i'd appreciate it ) - it's actually one of that things that showed me that my new wife was perfect for me- she always gives money to vagrants for the same reason.
Has it always been easy? nope. I can hear the Old Man laughing every time I commit to something ridiclous- cause HE knows, even if i don't what it is that he requires. and i think it is this:
Stand up . be honest. pay whatever consequence even your life, for what you belive, truly belive, to be important. and as you pay that price, revel in it. laugh. don't be the miser, complaining you sold your eye for Ominiscience, but laugh merilly at the bargin! be lusty. be honorable. Be the most complete, no regretful you you can be. oh- and hang some mead in a tree. He seems to like that.
(i would like to say, Astaru, that if my tone offends, I say all this with the utmost respect and reverence. Hail Odin.)
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