Creaking barn doors leave memory of a shadow passed
the wind rattles the planks as she passes through the cracks
spirits of dust and sand, without sulfur or salt, linger
Earth is restored
Cool creek on sleek stones clatters in mornings light
fine woven rain among the dewdrops, the sight is grey
the grass grey-green and the horses pale
their noses push blue spirits into the dawn as the day wakens
A dog howls for no purpose
a pitchfork casts an early shadow, planted in the dank musk
Jera rules not but Jera is king
upholds the heavens which are time
he is the father who is relentless
and yet gentle in his absence
Mind of fate, as time can be called
And Jera is of two thoughts
One is deep, the other happy
one is rich, the other grateful
one is truth, the other is love
one is danger, the other a fool
one is a question, the other a stave
one is a world, the other is breath
wisdom is knowing what wisdom is
oh, beautiful people.
“what is pagan to you oblivion”
“the world is holy text. Mans religious response to his environment.”
“how is it practiced”
“through awe, terror and an eye for omens”
The world was born of ice and fire
our sciences corroborate this mythical truth of Odinic lore
lore of story-tellers.
Odin, bleeding God, walking God
Hail Odin
thank Odin and thank the Earth
Thank Freya and Frigg
Thank Baldr,
Thank THOR
Thank Heimdall and thank Loki
Thank the Sun and Moon
and the grass with the strong blades
at the coast.
Thank the wind and the seagulls
Thank Poseidon!
Thank Zeus, thank Odin.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-QUAq5b0gs[/youtube]
Here’s a guy who actually knows what he’s talking about.
Seems like the dragon has left the cellar and has been loosed upon the Earth in the form of the coronavirus.
It is a quest for sanity.
Spy for the most powerful creature there, we are to be like him. Up and down we go, stashing and storing and sniffing out value and screeching with anger if we see an unrighteous thing. Self-clarity is the only clarity offered by the cosmos now. Its turns out we cant gain it without knowing our ancestors.
And so its is at last science which pushes us toward our gods -
ANSUZ
OMEGA
ALGIZ
Laguz, lake, large body of water, fish home, subconscious mind, thrust of the ancient on the fleece of the present. Primordial place, birth place, world of worlds.
Memory of the beginning, depth of sleep, inward movement of life.
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Laugh, Laugaz, Loki, Luck -
Loki is the unpredictable element. Not chaos, but simply that which one does not anticipate on, that which may anticipate on us.
The more value is in an equation, the more likely Loki is lurking -
to be on his side in such a case, is the trick - to not be the butt of the joke but to ride it out to the finish line and have the last laugh.
Are you sure you didn’t mean “earthly” gods rather than “earthy” gods. I get some sense the adjectives have a distinction. Subtle yet distinct.
Indeed, there are distinctions between different words. How very clever of you to notice that.
Perhaps it is strange to you but yes, I write the words I mean to write, and not other words.
And yes. You may worship me.
getting really close to putting you on ignore.
Hey, didn’t you really mean to give “Mok” as your name?
Im sure you did but went for “Mowk” instead because the difference is so subtle. So let me correct you on that.
Do whatever you must to process this.
That’s mighty white of you.
