Monthly Archives: September 2013

Whirlwind Wodensday (that was yesterday I know)

As you could probably tell from my last entry, Odin has been poking around my life lately. It being the Hunting season, and me writing a book about The Hunt and well He’s in it and well, I did ask him for help that one time for my enrolment exam for the Canadian Military Reserves, yeah ok not surprised face….

Loki is pretty chill with Odin being around, I guess They share and it’s cool.

I think Frank will like Odin being here. He likes a meticulous house, and no nasty negative self talk (read previous post for the fallout on THAT) for a start. On the other hand, when Odin wants something done, it gets done no matter what. No excuses.

Point in case, this torc I made as per Odin’s instructions and request

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I didn’t have the silver or gold wire to complete it, but Odin would have none of it, so I drove 45mins to Michaels craft store to buy the required materials, since all my local stores either had none in the right gauge or were closed. See what I’m getting at?

Anyway He wanted the same ritual as I gave His Brother Loki. Okie dokie Boss.. I was fully expecting a brain melting wrath of Odin complete with smitey smiteness. I was wrong.

It was completely the opposite of what I was expecting. I mean, I’m still trying to wrap my brain around some of the stuff. I had a rather in depth study of the rune Ehwaz last night and the many meanings behind it, how it looks like two Laguz runes, one flipped over, and holding hands turning into one. I know some of y’all have been doing this for years but I’m still a newbie and this was rather deep. Heh

I also bought Odin a single serving bottle of 90proof spiced whiskey. When He was done He was like, ok, your turn down the hatch. I took a small sip to brace myself and was like *coughcoughsputter* naw dude, I can’t, I bitch out” and He laughed and said to offer it to a tree or something.

I guess making Him smile is a gift.

Grandma Sjoberg’s Coffee Bread

Imma try this. Re blogging so I don’t lose this recipe.

Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess

2 cups scalded milk
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter melted
2/3 cup sugar
2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp ground cardamon
2 yeast cakes
1/4 cup lukewarm water
8 cups flour
2 eggs

Scald milk in small saucepan; stir in melted butter, salt, sugar, and cardamon. Cool mixture to luke warm. Pour water on yeast. Stir until dissolved.  Pour into milk mixture. Add beaten eggs and 4 cups of flour. Beat well and work in remaining 4 cups of flour.

Place on board and knead until smooth. Place dough into greased bowl, cover with damp towel and let rise 1 hour. Punch dough and let rise again about 1 hour. Return to board and shape into 4 braids. Top with nuts and granulated sugar.

Bake at 350 degree oven until medium brown.

This was another recipe my Grandma had to stand by my great-grandmother with measuring equipment to translate “a little…

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Shadow work Sunday

When a lie is told enough times, no matter how blatant, those it’s targeting start to believe it.

That’s how it started with me. Back when I started grade 9, I moved to a very isolated community. I wasn’t from there so it automatically put a bully me beacon on my back.

To get them off my back, first, I tried to fight the accusations and lies, but after a while, I took the coward’s way out and started to agree with whatever they said, just to get it to stop. After four years of it, the lies became my reality.

I don’t have time for cowards

I know, Odin, You woke me up with a Divine bitch slap. It’s time to work through the lies I was first told by the bullies, then, repeated to myself for almost two decades.

I’m not a coward and it’s time to piss or get off the pot. I am not stupid. I am not ugly, and having a sex drive is not wrong. It’s the “I am not stupid” part I’m having a difficult time with if you want to know the truth. It isn’t wrong to admit that I don’t know something. It is wrong to belittle myself with a blatant lie. I need to be more mindful of the negative shadows that want to take my thoughts to where they shouldn’t go. Self pity, false humility, cowardly based behaviours.

This is the long term effects of bullying. I let them win for twenty years, it’s about time I took my life back. Therapy helped some, but not as much as I needed. I needed a much bigger kick in the ass.

Odin’s self esteem workshop 101 is now in session. The beatings will continue until morale improves.

Building the Bifrost, Part 1: What Converting to Any Form of Norse Polytheism Kinda Sucks

This….I like this as a newbie heathen.

Kvasir Amongst the Gods

This article originally started as  a piece concerning the lore, and how we could better assist new converts to Heathenry in understanding and interpreting it.  As I began writing, I realized that our efforts to guide people into being good Heathens are woefully lacking not only on this front, but on all fronts.  As such, let’s take a look at how people come to our faith and how we may have been letting them down.

Bat SumbelYou see, the first piece of advice that just about anyone will give a new Heathen is that they should study the lore.  That’s not bad advice, but it’s often the only advice that people are willing to give.  While I am definitely frustrated that we collectively set the bar for entry at ancient, translated texts which themselves are recounts made by biased scholarship of another faith that would have no interest in respecting the…

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Warriors Against Witch Hunts: An Interview with Damon Leff

Rue blogging to boost signal. For great justice

The Talk, redux

So, I had to have the “you don’t go and touch another kids junk” talk with my son, again. Another kid on his bus asked him to do a wet check, still inappropriate.

Anyway, after my brain went automatically to the worst case scenario ™ because that’s what I do best, and got calmed down by Loki, I sat the kid down for the talk about junk touching.

Step 1: are all parties involved old enough? (I used the term grown up but I’m of the mind late teens onward is cool)

If the answer to step 1 is no, halt all attempts at touching the junk

Step 2: assuming everyone involved is old enough, is everyone ok with the whole junk touching thing? that is like super important right there. f not all attempts at junk touching must stop immediately

Step 3: Are you and partner(s) in a rather discreet place? Not everyone wants to witness it, so it’s nice to be polite, that and public junk touching is against the law.

I kept it gender/sexuality neutral because I have no idea who my kids are gonna grow up loving, and seriously I don’t care, as long as everyone follows the three simple steps of sexual consent. I will cover protection at a later date, don’t worry.

Ancestry and all that jazz

Ok, you see the top banner on my blog up there? Tat is the Swallowtail Light House on an is,a d called Grand Manan, that is located in the Bay of Fundy in southern New Brunswick Canada. I used to live there when I was a teen. My mother’s family is from there.

Of course being a little rock in the middle of a busy trading route, or war ship route, depending on the currents of history at the time, there were some people who hopped on over to be forgotten by their country of origin. My ancestor, William Walker was one of those people. He changed his name to Greene and disappeared from whatever badness he was tied up in at the time. That is the beginning of my maternal line on her fathers side.

See where I’m going with this? I have absolutely zero clue on where my ancestors come from, or how long they’ve been in Canada for. The generation that knew, is pretty much dead now, and now we are left with a bunch of he said she said and we’re not sures.

Well I dragged up the wiki for Grand Manan for a friend of mine and I noticed that there is suspicion of Northern European visitation, so to speak, back when they stopped on Newfoundland in 1000ad. There is no archeological evidence found to support this YET,but it would put some pieces into place. My grandmas side of the family is equally murky. I was the only kid on my grade 11 history class that couldn’t finish her family tree. THE ONLY ONE. I talked to my teacher and she understood because she knew that my family history was sketchy at best, so I didn’t lose marks, bit it still stung.

Lets just say the UPG thwack I got from this makes me want to go down there even more to visit and see if I can get anything out of anyone about where my great grandmother a Myrtle Brinson came from, and the story behind her.

I think I’m getting pulled to investigate and get in touch with my ancestors, more than I have been. Kinda hard to get in touch with people you don’t even know due to the mists of history blurring everything out.

The Muse, and Him kicking my Butt

I’ve had a novel percolating in my brain ever since I’ve admitted to myself that I had a Loki on my shoulder and He wasn’t getting off..well..my shoulder that is…not gonna even go there for the other half of that double entendre. HAH.

Anyway, after a few more snippets banged out I’ve been told overwhelmingly to DO EET. Roxxy, and Heather who both read snippets of what dribbled out of my brain into the keyboard were like “ok WRITE IT” and Loki was like “Yeah listen to them, because it’s Me telling you to do it as well”

I was HOPING to wait for NaNo, but nope. While driving I had more and more novel things smushed into my brain that I almost missed my exit. Both times. Yup, if my kids hadn’t alerted me to the exit I was about to pass, I would have either wound up in Halifax, or Digby, depending on which direction my car was facing.

So, my Sci-

So, I’ve been writing. It might or might not get published, I have no idea. The thing is not every piece of prose that gets published now a days SHOULD be published, but there are some manuscripts that should be released, but the author hangs on to for some reason or another. To be honest, this is my first ever real novel. I’ve written short stories for as long as I can remember, so I can’t guarantee it’s quality. I’m pretty picky about what kind of writing I put out. Yeah I know, this blog… But this blog is more of a stream of consciousness type of writing than an actual sit down and bang it out novel.

All I know is, Loki wants the story He is smushing into my noggin to be put to ink, or ones and zeroes now, I guess. I would be dishonouring Him if I told Him to get stuffed. I really have no desire to do that. When one follows The Muse, one goes where He leads.

▶ Tom Hiddleston reenacts the entire plot of “Thor 2” with action figures – YouTube

▶ Tom Hiddleston reenacts the entire plot of “Thor 2” with action figures – YouTube.

Today’s thinks thought of the day

Ok, taking the hint to do this before I stab myself with my sewing needle again. Sewing on
Badges on my daughters girl guide sash.

Today’s thinks thought is sacrifice, and gratitude.

Now, what is the first thing you do when someone “puts themselves out” for you! Sacrifices either material things, their time, or expertise at something? Think about it.

Is your first gut reaction is to refuse it? Why?

Is your first gut reaction to accept it knowing you might be called on to return the favour at a later date, either with the same person, or by paying it forward? Are you ok with this?

Why is it, as a whole, so difficult for people to accept sacrifices from one another? Especially in close relationships?

Do we fear the concept of Gebo? Like for like. Gift for gift, favour for favour? Are we afraid that we do not have it within ourselves to return the sacrifice in kind when called upon to do so, no matter how small?

Loki stayed by Odin’s side during His time on Yggdrasil. Giving Him water, comfort and support.
Loki went and turned Himself I to a mare to keep the giant from completing his work too soon, thereby sparing Freyja an unpleasant marriage. He gave birth to Sleipnir as a result.

Loki sacrificed His freedom and sanity, to see through what had to be.

So when Sigyin chose of Her own free will to hold the bowl, and ease the suffering of Her husband, He said nothing. During the times she the venom splashed on Him, he begged her to go, to stop the madness, to go have a life, She chose to return after emptying the bowl outside. She could, just keep walking whenever She goes to empty it, but She returns..time and time again. He does not shame her in her sacrifice. He understands why She is doing it. But out of love for Her, He pleads with Her to just stop, take a break.

Sometimes, there are no breaks.

Sorry if it doesn’t make sense, it might in time. I’ll probably edit this later I dunno…