It’s Many Hundred Miles and It Won’t Be Long…

So much to post…  So much to tell.  So much has happened, but I’m strong-arming my way through Gershenson’s Apollo the Wolf-god where I’m suddenly aware of Who I’m looking for in all the names and masks.  I get it now.  I really, really get it.  I’ve found Him.

And all I can think is now the hard work begins…

More to come.  I need to sit with it all a little longer before I start talking too much.  I’m just too excited to keep quiet about it.

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You were the shadow looming over me at night.  Now You are the name I call to to chase off the shadows. You were what chased me.  Now You patiently wait.  You were everything I avoided.  Now I search for You everywhere.

How You went from devil to savior is a mystery.  You slithered in, a Snake through the cracks.  But here You are, some strange creature who pretends to be a man.  Sometimes when I’m not fully looking, I think perhaps I see fear in Your gaze as if I’m now the shadow that chases You.

And it makes me wonder who has changed more: You or me?

The Miraculous and Unexpected Happened

August 15th last year, I found myself on a table in a fluoroscopy lab as a resident, assisted by a lab tech, took directions from another doctor yelling from the other room on what would end up being the 4th or 5th attempt at a spinal tap with my body barely responding to the local anesthesia they were using on me.  To be fair to the resident, most of those jabs weren’t his, and he would have gotten it his first time if they’d realized I needed a larger needle than most people.  The pain shot and burned around my rib cage, following the nerves there like electric wiring; it pooled in my hips and ran down my legs over and over again.

I’ve been meaning to talk about that day before now, to talk about how the pain I experienced was nothing less than ordeal work that has changed me forever.  I no longer fear pain like I did before.  I no longer worry if anything they do to me medically is going to hurt (though I still am not that fond of having my eyes touched, which happens regularly enough that I know I can get through that, too).

What I remember, though, is that my God was there for me, and in that moment of agony, I felt his hand tightened around mine.  I heard his voice tell me that everything was going to be okay, but it was important for me to experience this.

A month later He would drop the bomb that He was leaving.  Somewhere in there I handed the management of my healthcare (note: not my health, but healthcare) to Odin, who promptly lit a fire under my ass and forced me to stand up for myself in a situation where I wasn’t getting heard.  The day I saw my new neurologist, I spotted a valknut hidden on the side of some hippie van covered in flowers in town.  I knew things would work out the way they were supposed to…  I was still skeptical.

I had another follow-up about my pseudotumor cerebri two days ago, and the days leading up to it were horrifically stressful.  The only thing they’ve found helps take some people into remission is weight loss, and since I have a history of eating disorder this has been the part of this experience I’ve struggled with this most.  And to make matters worse, I had managed to gain weight instead of lose it, though to be honest beyond worrying about getting lectures from well-meaning doctors, I haven’t cared.

My appointment on Monday came with me not being able to see one super subtle thing on one of my visual test.  There were some extra beeps on my visual field test.  I was absolutely certain that my vision was going, which is the big fear of the disease.  I was sure I’d gotten worse.

I commented to my mother that what I really, really wanted to hear was that there was no sign of pressure and that it was time to wean me off the diuretic that has started to effect my autonomic nervous system and give me more heart issues than usual.  But I’ve been at this chronic illness thing for 30-some years.  I said that I didn’t expect to hear any of that; I no longer hope for the best but accept that things may not change.  That is a hard thing for someone to understand who doesn’t deal with this level of illness, but it’s the very best place one can be in coping-wise as long as they don’t let the darkness of it all swallow them…  Because that’s the danger of it.

My doctor came in, read all the tests, and checked out my eyes.  And then the very last thing I expected to happen happened…

He said the words, “I see no signs of pressure today.  I think, despite your weight gain, that your neurologist can trial tapering you off the medication.”

I started to cry the moment I got out of the clinic.  Yesterday I was prone to weeping in joy.

But as the shock has worn off, I started to realize something…

Last January my friend acting as Volva yanked something off of me in the middle of seidr, and it was terrifying.  My friend who very obviously was introduced to me in a way that I still can’t entirely believe wasn’t orchestrated in part of this story by the Gods.  But what was even more terrifying in an exciting way was that I felt something open up and start to drain at the back of my head that night.  And while the process has been slow, looking over all the reports from doctors between then and now shows that in the last 7 months the pressure in my head had started to wane where before it had been getting worse.

I rarely share publicly words from my private journal, but I feel compelled to here.  What I had asked that night in seidr was what it was that Odin wanted of me.

The answer was knowledge, knowledge, knowledge (by the end she was yelling the word).  She said she saw me with a black veil over my head.  She saw the iridescence of black feathers.  My left hand was a raven’s wing, and in my right hand was a rock.  I was standing on a labyrinth that had been smoothed by water.

It was at that point that I asked where I was to start.  First, she screamed and doubled over in pain, which…  Everyone that has ever looked into my wyrd has had this sort of reaction, or they’ve at least spoken of pain.  Much pain.  It’s pretty fucking terrible to understand that the pain I feel reaches out that far.  Someday I may get enough bravery gathered about to ask why that is…

But she told me the labyrinth was my brain…  Not my mind, but my brain.  She said something was at the back of my brain blocking “it.”  It was effecting my arms.  Then she yelled, “Careful!  Careful!”  She proceeded to feel for me, and climbed onto the ground.  She found the woman next to me, and grabbed onto something in the air and yanked.  However, I knew she was aiming for me, because when she did that I suddenly felt something dislodge and pull from the base of my skull.  I felt the pressure in my head drain.  Later she said it was like a parasitic worm that had been wrapped about my chest. – from my personal journal, 1/13/2015

I hadn’t thought much about that night in my living room where I had my first experience with seidr until this morning over coffee.  The skeptic in me is hard-pressed wonder if this was just a coincidence, but the believer in me will win out in the end.  Checking over my neuro-opthalmology notes, in January the signs that I had pressure in my head had lowered slightly just a 2 weeks after this experience.

Now those who know me in my personal life know that when I talk of the Gods, it is with belief and all the conviction that goes behind it.  There are layers there, though, where somehow I didn’t believe as much as I do now.  My utter avoidance of all things Team Heathen turned into a brilliant line of where Odin (Woden?  He’s preferring Woden lately) tipped one domino stacked against a hundred more, setting off a chain reaction to reveal that He’d always been there.  Always.

Always.

I am a mystic.  I am a believer.  And I am a woman of both science and faith…  And perhaps that “and” is sometimes more of a “but.”  While the medicine and modern science was 100% necessary and the right choice, I know that in the end this disease that has no real treatment, no cure, no explanation as to why it happens is/was in the end is managed and treated by Odin.  I may not be in remission.  I may not be able to get off some of my pills…  But part of me rests in the comfortable place where Odin has this.

Out of what feels like a million novels about the Gods and Spirits stepping into the lives of others that I feel like I’ve read, I didn’t see this coming.  And perhaps that’s what this situation has taught me the most…  There are degrees of belief and faith in the Gods.  Sometimes those beliefs don’t have to be tested.  Sometimes the Gods metaphorically pull the tablecloth out from under the dishes without them breaking over dinner, and you’re left in quiet shock, eyes bugging, because your life has suddenly became the makings of fiction.

And your heart explodes with love for Them.  You can never go back to the way things were before, but no matter what happens you also realize that doesn’t really matter anymore.

My Radio Silence…

A tiny sterling silver Thor's hammer pendant in a hand

This week a friend asked me if there was anything I wanted to ask over her morning coffee with Odin.  There are points in my life where I ask others, because even as someone who has developed the set of skills needed to listen to the Gods I still have moments of discernment voids.  The answer to my question was Focus on yourself.

This is the message I’ve been getting for 6 months now, and it comes back to me each time a little less patient.  This isn’t the answer I want, and until recently I fought it a little more than I probably should have.  I’m a mother.  I’m a teacher.  I’m a wife.  I’m a woman, which more often than not means society places the role of caretaker upon me.  And most days I’m entirely content to be one.

Focusing on myself isn’t something I have a lot of time for.

Focusing on myself isn’t something I’m comfortable doing, because focusing on myself means that I have to actually sit in deep silence and examine the dark things lurking in the shadows, or to be honest I have to force myself to just do the daily crap I don’t want to do…  Which that alone probably has some sort of ugliness attached to it lurking in a corner some where.

But this command has more meaning than that.  I’ve been pushing hard to try to work within the confines of what I think I should be doing and what I know is needed in the communities I’m in…  And at the end of the day, I find myself wondering how long I can keep up with that before I burn myself out on it.

We return, yet again to the Delphic Maxim of Know Thyself…  

Instead of writing, I’ve been playing with metal.  The pendant above is a piece I made this afternoon in sterling silver.  I keep eyeing it, trying to decide if I’m going to keep it or sell it…  I don’t see myself as particularly Heathen, but I do at the same time anymore.

I’ve been doing much research on who my Ancestors were and where they’ve come from.  The answer to this question is that I’m more English than I would have ever thought possible, but also that all German ancestry goes back to the Rhineland (unless it actually goes back to Norway, which is another can of worms that I’m just not ready to open)…

Which a few of you out there know is where the scholarly side of my interest has fallen in the last 6 months or so, and to be honest I’m sad I didn’t know enough about it years ago when people told me I had to focus on one cultural tradition over the other.  That’s not how history worked.

Things happen for a reason.  Blood calls to blood.  These are 2 things I hold as truths.

So I’m about.  I am as well as to be expected.  I am getting ready in the fall months to take my grandmother around the Missouri River Valley to visit the graves of our Ancestors that she’s never had a chance to visit, and trying to rally up some interest in trying to get someone to take care of an orphan cemetery that holds the bodies of Civil War veterans and their kin.  I am making jewelry, because I’m finally at a place in my life where I can it again.

I’m focusing on myself.  Because if Odin has to tell me one more time to worry about myself, I have a feeling it will come in the form of physically manifesting to hit me over the head with something or possibly a natural disaster.  I’d rather avoid that.

July 2015 Oracle Call

At Apollon’s request, I will be offering oracle on the 7th of each month in His honor.

I currently do not use any oracle tools nor do I channel. I simply interpret what I get told. So if you’re looking for someone who uses something more concrete, that is understandable, and I will happily make suggestions on others to go to should you decide you are in need. I reserve the right to use another form of oracle in the future should I be led to it, and in that case I will be sure to let you know what I’ve drawn in the event you wish to interpret it yourself.

I will be taking up to 5 readings during these sessions.

I do ask that you consider a free-will donation in trade for this service should you have an oracle done by me, to be given after. This year I will be using donations to help meet my student loan payments, which by the end of the year will allow me to go back to college in hopes of serving our community.  All donations beyond the cost of my payments (which is very low monthly) will be spread out in our community to help others with medical bills.

However, He has made it known to me that He will accept digital copies of art and original prayers, released in creative commons for non-commercial, non-altered usage. All rights of ownership with remain with you, but I will be showcasing your work on this blog and would love to talk more about you as an artist and/or writer. This will be only for the 7th oracles that I offer this.

I will not be answering questions related directly to if Apollon is seeking you as a godspouse. I believe that He is more than capable of making this desire known, and I leave that in His hands.  However, if this comes up in my talk with Him, I promise not to leave it out of my message to you.

Finally, occasionally I get nothing as a response to the question. If that is the case, I will simply let you know with my apologies. This is one of the reasons why, in this case, I am asking for the trade of labor (art, prayers, money) afterward.

So with all of that said, if you would like an oracle done, please leave me a message here. I will leave you a message with my email address in it, so that you may contact directly with your question. I will do my best to answer your question by the end of the day on the 7th, but depending on my health and household it may take up to 48 hours beyond the 7th.

Against Their Will: Our Duty to Respond to Fellow Polytheists in Distress

I really have nothing to add to this conversation in the reblog. I feel like it’s a very important conversation to be having, though.

Magick From Scratch

11140123_10153135382268705_6716534346276535975_nAs I am watching people crawl out of the woodworks,voicing their support for a theology of consent in the Polytheist community, a question has come up.

“This is all well and good, but how do we make the gods participate?”

For those of us, who, like me, certainly couldn’t just will a harmful manifestation of deity away with positive-thinking and pixie-dust, what is the actual path forward?

It’s hard to say for sure. While there are a sizable number of people with experiences similar to mine, where a deity was simply intent on grinding the mortal in question into the dirt until they relented, there is precious little, right now, being said about how to compassionately respond to the suffering of people going through something like this. There is even less being said about how to make it stop.I can’t answer this question all by myself, but I have…

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