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The #DoMagick Challenge Day 5

December 5, 2017 Leave a comment
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Raiðo (Wikimedia Commons)

Today I did galdr with Raiðo.

As before, I smoked Großmutter Una to cleanse and prepare myself.  As before, I did the prayers to prepare and flowed into a good, clean whole self when I did.  Tonight it is both blustery and cold.  My mind wanders to the lands where the ancient Heathen Ancestors would have called home.

As I breathed in to prepare, three times, I felt a kind of needing to move in my legs.  Not from the cold; I actually feel far more comfortable at these colder temperatures than anything above 60°F.  A kind of wandering, or wanting to go to a place.

When I galdred Raiðo the first time, my tone was warm and loud.  I echoed across the countryside.  It’s one of the reasons I enjoy doing galdr outside: I can be quite loud without disturbing my neighbors.  As I galdred, the pipe held in my hands, there was the sensation of going somewhere, of having a destination and slowly getting there.

The cold seemed to press tighter as I smoked and breathed cleansing breaths between.  As I prepared to galdr I could feel, hear the march of feet around me.  Bracing against the cold and marching on.  Determination.  A war march.  I galdred and it seemed that I was marching alongside them, and who they were changed.  At times I heard leather soles and chain mail, others gear in webbing and the soft sound of boots on grass.

The next round of galdr my first came out guttural, fierce, and I felt the march quicken, the destination coming nearer, the steps quickening.  Excitement and anticipation as the gap is closed.  More, though: the destination that one has worked so hard, built up so many resources, done so much planning is in sight.  Relief, joy, fierce pride in having made it to where you need to be.  The next part of the round of galdr, and my voice came out high.  I felt called to turn my gaze up to Mani.  The carts of the heavens, the every-turning wheels that make night, day, that make the days and nights of all the Worlds, that blanket of darkness that is Nött, Nött’s gift, with all those burning stars and the Star People.  The last part of the last round was low, deep, the echoes of all the feet in the long journeys so many have taken that I could be here.  The Diaspora, the Migrations, the Journeys of countless Ancestors on countless feet on countless soils and here I am walking on my own.

It was then the cold got too much, and I felt I had to seek a new destination: warmth inside.  In the garage I cleansed and purified myself as I had the previous nights, thanking Rúnatýr and the Runevaettir for deepening our connection and our relationship.  As I cleaned out my pipe and came back to normal headspace, I thought about all the journeys that had gotten me here, and where I was planning on our family heading to next.  The wheels that take us here and there, and the work needed for us to move into the next stage of our life.

Link to the Daily Ritual for the Challenge.

#DoMagick

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The Jaguar and the Owl

September 29, 2014 Leave a comment

I have been a co-host on The Jaguar and the Owl for the last year, but it did not occur to me that I had not been providing updates about it to my blog.

Introducing The Jaguar and the Owl:

This is a show and podcast about shamanism in it’s living form. We will explore it’s history, but also what it is like to be a shaman here and now. The challenges you will face, the advice and techniques that I and others use. Join me around the virtual sacred fire as I and other shaman talk about what the Spirits ask us to talk about. Are you the one the message is meant for?

We are on every other Tuesday on Para-x.com’s Live Broadcast at 8pm.  Our next broadcast is tomorrow, 9/29/2014 at 8pm.

Our most recent podcast is here, where we interviewed Galina Krasskova and talked on Ancestors and leadership in the communities we share.

 

 

The link to the Jaguar and the Owl WordPress is here, where you can download and share the archived episodes of the show.

The link to the iTunes podcast archives for the show are here.

10 Years

November 1, 2013 2 comments

Today marks 10 years that I have been a Pagan.  I started this journey as a nominally polytheist/duotheist Neo-Wiccan, using Scott Cunningham’s book as my major guide for the first two years.  I became solidly polytheist after experiencing Anpu, Odin and Thor, and Jesus Christ in a guided meditation.  That meditation prompted me to become Anpu’s priest, and while I did not pursue following Odin at the time, it introduced me to Him.  I voraciously devoured anything I could get my hands on regarding the Egyptian Gods, ritual, practice, beliefs.  I have, to my embarrassment, forgotten far more than I remember.  I became a ceremonial magician, and studied evocation after doing a solid year of LBRP every single day in the shower.  I was unaware of Odin, for the most part, excepting He was a God I was nervous, if not fearful of.

After three years of serving only Him, Anpu told me that our relationship would be on the back burner while I learned from and served Odin, much to my shock.  I did much the same as I had with Anpu when Odin came around, grabbing sources, and reading and studying as much as I could even as I moved into worshiping Him.  Shortly after He pushed me to develop a deeper relationship with my Ancestors, and the landvaettir.  While gnosis and personal interaction have become and is a large part of my Work, I still remember how eagerly I devoured copies of the Havamal, and books on Norse myth just to learn a bit more.  I knew so little of Him.  Some days I feel I still know so little!

I have, in that time, been through many groups.  I’ve screwed up hard and done well hand-in-hand.  I’ve become more lax in some areas, more strident in others.  I went from being a ceremonial magician and only a priest of Anpu 8 years ago, to being all but thrown at Odin and becoming His priest as well as a shaman in the Northern Tradition 5 years ago.  I was adopted into the Anishinaabe 3 months ago.  In these 10 years I have become a father, and have raised my son with pride.  He has blessed my life each and every day, teaching me patience and sharing with me the simple pleasures of being a Dad.

I am part of many communities now.  I am a Wiccan Youth Minister at the Crossroads Tabernacle Church.  I am a member of House Sankofa.  I teach on the Northern Tradition, holding monthly lessons and building a small community here in Michigan.  I teach workshops at The Wandering Owl and ConVocation.  I am starting to get involved in Rendevous, a group that does historical reenactment from the fur-trapper years.  I am not where I thought I would be when I first started walking this path…and I am very grateful for it.

I have been blessed with a supportive and loving family, tribes, and people from many walks of life.  I have supportive, caring Elders, and communities that love me for who I am, and appreciate me for what I do.  I have many people I hold dear, many who are not blood family I now call family, Brother, Sister, and Mother.

The Gods, Ancestors, and spirits have blessed my life.  Hail to the Gods!  Hail to the Ancestors!  Hail to the spirits!  May the next ten years be as powerful, and full of blessings.

Thank you, all of you, who have walked this path with me.  Blessing to you and yours.  May your Gods, Ancestors, and spirits bless you, and walk with you.

A Note on Doubt, Patience, and Follow-Through

October 10, 2013 Leave a comment

Read this description of, then watch Dakota 38, a documentary film on Jim Miller, a Native American leader and Vietnam War veteran and those who journeyed with him:

In the spring of 2005, Jim Miller, a Native spiritual leader and Vietnam veteran, found himself in a dream riding on horseback across the great plains of South Dakota. Just before he awoke, he arrived at a riverbank in Minnesota and saw 38 of his Dakota ancestors hanged. At the time, Jim knew nothing of the largest mass execution in United States history, ordered by Abraham Lincoln on December 26, 1862.

“When you have dreams, you know when they come from the creator… As any recovered alcoholic, I made believe that I didn’t get it. I tried to put it out of my mind, yet it’s one of those dreams that bothers you night and day.”

Now, four years later, embracing the message of the dream, Jim and a group of riders retrace the 330-mile route of his dream on horseback from Lower Brule, South Dakota to Mankato, Minnesota to arrive at the hanging site on the anniversary of the execution. “We can’t blame the wasichus anymore. We’re doing it to ourselves. We’re selling drugs. We’re killing our own people. That’s what this ride is about, is healing.” This is the story of their journey- the blizzards they endure, the Native and Non-Native communities that house and feed them along the way, and the dark history they are beginning to wipe away.

This part in particular sticks out to me:

four years later, embracing the message of the dream, Jim and a group of riders retrace the 330-mile route of his dream on horseback from Lower Brule, South Dakota to Mankato, Minnesota to arrive at the hanging site on the anniversary of the execution.

It took Mr. Miller and those who joined him four years to complete the work put before them.  Four years to prepare for the journey.  It took him, and those who rode with him 16 days to make this holy, healing journey.  330 miles on horseback.  They did this for their Ancestors.  They did this, despite how long it took, the hard ride, all of it.  They did this ‘to take their spirits back, to the homeland”.   Around Day 5 they ran right into a blizzard.  They kept going when it passed.  Later they were hit with another, and rode through it to shelter.  They did not stop.  They kept going to where their Ancestors were hung.  They came to bring peace to their Ancestors, to their people, and to offer new peace with the town.

Hail to the brave people, to Jim Miller and all who followed his vision from Great Spirit.  Hail to all who helped them on their journey.  Hail to the 38 plus 2.  Their names are here.

How can we do less for our own Gods, Ancestors, and spirits?  This, among a great many reasons, is why I say you can never offer too much to the Gods, Ancestors, or spirits.  You can never give too much for all the blessings They give us.  Should we give up doubt?  No.  We should embrace ourselves, our doubt, and our path with patience, and follow through on our commitments to the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits.  Hail to Them All.

In the spring of 2005, Jim Miller, a Native spiritual leader and Vietnam veteran, found himself in a dream riding on horseback across the great plains of South Dakota. Just before he awoke, he arrived at a riverbank in Minnesota and saw 38 of his Dakota ancestors hanged. At the time, Jim knew nothing of the largest mass execution in United States history, ordered by Abraham Lincoln on December 26, 1862.

“When you have dreams, you know when they come from the creator… As any recovered alcoholic, I made believe that I didn’t get it. I tried to put it out of my mind, yet it’s one of those dreams that bothers you night and day.”

Now, four years later, embracing the message of the dream, Jim and a group of riders retrace the 330-mile route of his dream on horseback from Lower Brule, South Dakota to Mankato, Minnesota to arrive at the hanging site on the anniversary of the execution. “We can’t blame the wasichus anymore. We’re doing it to ourselves. We’re selling drugs. We’re killing our own people. That’s what this ride is about, is healing.” This is the story of their journey- the blizzards they endure, the Native and Non-Native communities that house and feed them along the way, and the dark history they are beginning to wipe away.

This part in particular sticks out to me:

four years later, embracing the message of the dream, Jim and a group of riders retrace the 330-mile route of his dream on horseback from Lower Brule, South Dakota to Mankato, Minnesota to arrive at the hanging site on the anniversary of the execution.

It took Mr. Miller and those who joined him four years to complete the work put before them.  Four years to prepare for the journey.  It took him, and those who rode with him 16 days to make this holy, healing journey.  330 miles on horseback.  They did this for their Ancestors.  They did this, despite how long it took, the hard ride, all of it.  They did this ‘to take their spirits back, to the homeland”.   Around Day 5 they ran right into a blizzard.  They kept going when it passed.  Later they were hit with another, and rode through it to shelter.  They did not stop.  They kept going to where their Ancestors were hung.  They came to bring peace to their Ancestors, to their people, and to offer new peace with the town.

Hail to the brave people, to Jim Miller and all who followed his vision from Great Spirit.  Hail to all who helped them on their journey.  Hail to the 38 plus 2.  Their names are here.

How can we do less for our own Gods, Ancestors, and spirits?  This, among a great many reasons, is why I say you can never offer too much to the Gods, Ancestors, or spirits.  You can never give too much for all the blessings They give us.  Should we give up doubt?  No.  We should embrace ourselves, our doubt, and our path with patience, and follow through on our commitments to the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits.  Hail to Them All.

Sigyn Project: Day 9

February 10, 2013 Leave a comment

You Who Does Not Forsake

(For who can say You have not tended the Flame?)

Please hear me!

Please, teach me Your Constancy!

 

Whose Spirit is Mountain Insurmountable

(For who can say they have conquered the Summit?)

Please hear me!

Please, teach me Your Resilience!

 

You Who Does Not Deny

(For who can say You have not seen the Horrors?)

Please hear me!

Please, teach me Your Witness!

 

Whose Love is Journey Eternal

(For who can say they have seen the End?)

Please hear me!

Please, teach me Your Faithfulness!

 

You Whose Name is Victory

(For who can say You welcome the Surrender?)

Please hear me!

Please, teach me Your Perseverance!

 

Lady of the Staying Power,

Goddess Great and Gentle,

Hear my prayer and may I be

worthy of Your Blessing!

 

When I Leave

December 27, 2012 Leave a comment

When I leave this flesh behind

And all memory fades of me

May the world be better for

Whose futures are to be

When I journey forth unto

The Ancestors’ old home

May Midgard hold me to Its heart

Name proudly carved upon a stone

When I leave this world behind

In dust and bone and dirt

May it be said I did my best

When I walked upon the Earth

Odin Project: Day 12

November 12, 2012 Leave a comment

Better to share | in journey and Work

than to hoard knowledge and wisdom;

Seldom a miser | is found well,

Loved and in frith with his people

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