RAISING THE VOLVA

Behold! The Frau of the snow will rise! Spectres in the sky! The minions they gather once more and the hunt soon it will ride! Across the astral skies listen close for the howl of the wild! The last vestiges of the land swept away, and all those souls astray! Does Draugdrottin come for you? Are you safe amongst the sinew?

I WILL DRAIN THEE OF ALL LIFE! American Poverty. One Generation Removed From White Trash

Like a demon that sucks your soul out through your emotions that have been frazzled by the brains overdrive of thinking what to do next. Like sinking in a depth of dark waters without a breath, allowing you to rise every few seconds to gasp just enough air to sustain you while you're pulled back down into the pits of despair, for yet another round of suffocation.

In the pits I wonder slowly, freely loosing my sanity at each passing. It floats, it slips away in a fashion that time can not describe. It descends up and out and I am helpless to do a thing as I watch it go. It's as if you can see yourself leaving the rational thought, the safe embodiment of order, galloping in slow motion.....off into the discord of detachment. Detachment brought about by an infallible regret of the loss of control.

It's by the accord of the Norns this fate hath come to pass, is passing and will still come into existence from the winds of tomorrow's nightmares. Udr, Verdandi, Skuld! The weaving of the sisters of Wyrd! From Odin's lips to their loom I do gleam thee from this pit of monetary madness. Hail thee to the comer for he who knows this thing too knows sorrow beyond the violin's singing strings!

A MOUNTAIN WIGHT

"Hurry hurry", said the craggy cracked voice from the hallow of the mountain side. I could see his face peering from the jagged rock where it had split off at the root system of the tree expanse.

My breath was heavy in the icy air, as were my feet upon the stumbling path. A path that wound up into a spiral that looked as if it would never end as it climbed towards the clouds from the foot hills of my mind.

The rough, rocky voice urged me on with a gentle demure, not like one you would think a mountain wight to have. I could hear him, "Hurry hurry, time is slipping", and everywhere I looked he seemed to be there. Transparent, but not quite as his eyes sparked from wooded brown to gleaming green in a flash as the scenery changed from tree roots, to rock, to earth dirt, back to the beaten path of snow cracked foot prints of my passing.

He is King of his domain and I felt like a child again having been invited to see him that day.

WE WATCH, WE WAIT

The darkness closes in as the night slumbers it's way into twilight hours of barren winters chill. I feel this draw as a heavy tugging that is settling in. A current pursuit of timely reflection as this is the season to reflect on all that which has come to pass, to summons the ancestors, to hail the wild hunt! To draw deep beneath our cloaks and travel through the layered realms of fog down in Hel.

I feel the draw as the rolling wind blows it's breath from the depths of my homelands North. I see Odhinn standing in silent stance, watching, and wonder what He is waiting on. I do not dare approach as no signal has been given to do so. So I watch Him watch. And, I wait.

IN THE BEGINNING

I know somewhere in this darkened pit of mortality there lies the ever elusive, if not invisible dream, of finding the very evasive mysterium streams. Caught in the continuum of evolutions desires, rising higher and higher involution demands it's hand and the thing starts all over again.

I have started this blog spot to try and expand my mind outside of my faith again. I get so caught up in in the technicalities that I fear my soul shall suffer should I not again expand into the infinite possibility of the timelessness of all things.