Hail Aaron.


Hail Aaron. Long will you be remembered.  

He died this week, early in the week, on the Christian day of rest.  Which is perhaps appropriate for a man who went above and beyond for his friends, family, clients, and strangers, who didn’t take rest for himself.  He left a wife and two young children, a daughter and a toddler son.  He was 33 years old.  He and my son became friends 21 years ago, and remained friends to the day he died.  They got into a lot of trouble together.  They dated and married girls they grew up with, they had children at the same time.  They helped each other out with car repair, marriage advice, child care, and more.  

He was a quiet sort, chronically exhausted looking, who possibly drank more than he should but worked very hard to make sure his family had a home and a roof over their heads.  He would sacrifice his weekends helping his friends and family work on their vehicles, or help them move, or take care of things around the house that they were unable to do because of health.  He recently stayed at work until 10pm, on his own time, to make sure a family’s car was running properly and safe.  The day he collapsed in his garage he had been reading the thank you card the family sent to him.  They thanked him for his dedication, and for the fact that because of him, they were able to take their vacation without worry.  

He got sick in December, had a little bronchitis but was well enough to continue working.  He never got better though.  He ended up getting pneumonia apparently, and still continued to work.  He was working the day he collapsed in his garage.  He hit his head on the way down and ended up vomiting while unconscious.  He aspirated on his vomit and quit breathing.  He was likely down for about 8 or 9 minutes before anyone found him.  He coded twice, once on the way to the hospital and once there.  He was placed on a ventilator and admitted to ICU.  He never regained consciousness.  They took him off this past Sunday.  He passed 6 breaths later.  

He had a premonition.  I know he did.  He told his wife the week before that if anything happened to him he did not want to be on a machine, not even for one day.  He told her what she should do with things of special value to him.  They were going to write a will in the coming weeks.  He was an organ donor and made sure she knew he wanted to donate whatever could be used. 

When he passed, because he was an organ donor, the hospital announced a Code Hero on the intercom system.  Every staff member that was available lined the halls from his room to the operating room where they took him to harvest his life saving organs and tissues.  Because he was young and healthy before this happened, there was much that could be donated. He saved the lives and restored health of between 40 and 50 people by his donation.  

He died perhaps too soon, perhaps at the appointed time.  He spent his life building up his family and his friends, even at the cost of his own health.  He leaves a legacy of dedication, love, commitment, trust, and loyalty.  May his ancestors welcome him home.  

Hail Aaron.  

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Questions about Odhinn


Due to a recent conversation on a secret, closed group I belong to it spurred some questions.

Odhinn, by the time of the Anglo Saxon Conversions to Christianity, had the reputation of being treacherous, deceitful, oath breaking, etc.  I think that this, in part, is why the conversion of Anglo Saxon England went easier than Sweden for instance.

He was a God of War.  He required blood.  Lots of it.  He required the triple death in many cases but He was perfectly satisfied to accept blood.  In fact I believe it intoxicated him, much as the Mead of Inspiration did.

So let’s examine this.  Odhinn hung on the tree, sacrificed himself to himself, in search of enlightenment.  That tells me pretty plainly that he is a God in search of not only wisdom, but the evolution that comes from wisdom properly assimilated.

My personal experience, my personal gnosis, of Odhinn, is that he NEVER lies.  He also never tells the whole truth either.  His reputation for treachery, I believe, comes from this very thing.  It allows peoples’ personal biases to to color what they hear, often to their disappointment and peril.  I myself have been guilty of this on occasion.  My gnosis regarding this has made me evaluate most things in my life in this light.  Is it re-affirming personal biases?  Is it beguiling me because it’s what I want to hear?  Am I ignoring signals and evidence I should really be taking into consideration?  This has changed my outlook on life in ways you can’t imagine.  Is my life happier for this?  NO.  But it’s healthier in many ways.

So my questions to you are these:

  1.  How do you think Odhinn approaches His people in the current era?  We don’t sacrifice people to Him any more.  If He gets blood it’s because we give our own.  How does He get our attention now?
  2. How do you think he has changed over the millennia?
  3. Do you think he has evolved?  Is He more, or less treacherous?
  4. Why do you think he has gained such a position of supremacy?
  5. I have added a question – why do you think people are worshipping the Gods more than the wights and ancestors?

 

Please, take as much space as you need to answer these questions, or make a blog post of your own and link back for me to read.

 

Tribalism, Nationalism, Identity Politics


Marion Marechal is a French citizen with familial ties to the “far right” (which the press always tries to portray as white supremacist and racist) has the exact right ideas:

“How did we get here how did we get here? Because the EU and French governments forgot one crucial point. To open oneself to the outside you must have a solid core. To welcome you have to remain and to share you must have something to offer. Without nation and without family the limits of the common good, natural law, and collective morality disappears as the reign of egoism continues.”

https://fabiusmaximus.com/2018/12/09/speech-by-marion-marechal-france/

As I replied to on someone else’s blog yesterday, Nationalism is Tribalism writ large.  Nations are built on a common culture, ethos, morals, and to a certain extent, ethnicity.  Family first, then community, then nation.

The essential problem with civic nationalism – the “melting pot” – is that this assumes every immigrant, or even every citizen, has the same ethics, morals, and sense of fair play that the founding population of this country had.   The reality is that they don’t, and this is where our conflicts arise.  When one group hates the other, and when one group consistently takes while the other gives, when one group maintains a strong sense of both identity and wounded resentment while the other is blind to their heritage and identity, civic nationalism fails.  When only one group plays by the Melting Pot Rulebook (TM) it hollows out the nation, the community, the family.  Look around.  THIS is civic nationalism in action.

I don’t know much, but I do know the center cannot hold.

Ask and…


I’ve been having a sort of burnout with my businesses lately.  My job is never finished, literally, and my paycheck does not remotely make up for the “satisfaction” of working for essentially free while the business builds.  I know, it takes about 5 years to really get going but after 3 I’d really like to be seeing a little more progress.

So I offered a prayer to Freyja, who was one of the Gods I called on when I started one of the businesses.  She is connected to both, as is Frigga, Hella, and Eir, but I specifically called on Freyja and the ancestors to give me guidance.  Am I on the right path?

I didn’t have a gift for any of them.  I apologized and promised a gift as soon as I was able to get one, whatever they wanted (and gave them options to choose from that were within the budget).  I did a random rune generator to divine what alcoholic beverage they all might desire.  I wrote down a list of alcohols and runes that would correspond first so we were all clear.

Thurisaz.  Well that’s damned odd and it isn’t on my list.  What alcoholic beverages start with th?  None?  OK well what if they’re pronounced like Thor is in modern day Sweden?

Hmmm.  Tea – no alcohol but I’m happy to brew some.  Tequila.  Really.  Really?  I’m not opposed to offering it but it seems like an odd request for Norse Gods.  So I divine again.  Thurisaz.  Um.  OK.

So I stop at a store on my way home.  On the shelf is ONE BOTTLE of “Corazon” brand tequila, with a heart on the label, in a specially shaped bottle with a cork not a screw top.  It’s not cheap but it’s not the most expensive thing I perused either.  I take that as a sign.  I bring it to the cashier.  Holy crap it’s on markdown and suddenly IS the cheapest thing I perused.  OK Freyja and ancestors I’m suitably chastised.

So yes.  If you ask, they’ll answer.  In no uncertain terms.  And the business has suddenly gained more than 100 potential customers in literally 3 days’ time.  Thank you ancestors. I know you want me to succeed because it reflects on you.  I’ll try to do you proud.  Thank you Freyja.  I’ll try to be worthy of your blessings.

Against the Folkish “Pagans”


via Against the Folkish “Pagans”

this writer’s glaring ignorance regarding folkish heathen anyway is showing. I would bet he/she/it/ knows exactly zero folkish Pagans and lives in a pseudo intellectual leftist echo chamber where nearly anything goes. The obvious lack of critical thinking is easy to see.  This piece is one long logical contradiction masked as condemnation.

You’re a Little Whitey, Aren’t Ya?


via You’re a Little Whitey, Aren’t Ya?

And I want to know why it is that, four guys from California who were – logically, and as it turned out, predictively – expecting violence against their persons, and took appropriate precautions – were arrested for “incitement to riot” and ‘rioting” in Charlottesville?  I know that is a complicated sentence.  I apologize.  I just want to know why 4 guys who allegedly spend their lives living in a manner that promotes individual responsibility and physical fitness, and teaches others to protect themselves, are the bad guys when all they did was put tape on their knuckles to protect them.

Patriarchy is women’s fault.


And it’s two women who posit this with much in terms of circumstantial evidence.

http://www.unz.com/article/patriarchy-its-a-mans-world-and-sociobiology-says-its-womens-fault/

I came to this article via a round about clicking of links on various other sites; I think this is logical and believable.

My major issue with patriarchy is that men do not police themselves when it comes to abusive behavior toward their women.  I would be perfectly happy to have been a home maker had things turned out differently for me.  I was not happy to be abused and taken advantage of when I was, however.  If other men had come to my (then) husband and confronted him about his behavior, forcing him to behave in a more loving and respectful manner to the mother of his children, things might have turned out very differently.  For all of us.

ETA I’m including a link regarding this very subject to a post I wrote several years ago

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/5145893/posts/1378

 

A day like no other


I have a kitten. I didn’t plan to get one. We already have two cats. But life has a way of forcing change on one.

I was on my way home at sunset. I was driving along in the left lane at approximately 65 mph and an SUV was in the outside lane maybe 100 feet ahead of me. I saw a lump in the outside lane and about five seconds before the SUV ran over it, I realized it was a kitten. So my OhShit quickly turned into an OhGod.  I pulled over into the median as soon as I could without locking up and walked back to the kitten. It was just crouched in the road, exactly where it had been both before and after it got hit. It was moving its head so I knew it was still alive but I thought for sure I was rescuing it simply to take it to have it euthanized. Its mouth was open, there was blood on the mouth, and it was panting, and it’s eyes were huge. I figured it either was paralyzed or had a head injury. I scooped it up and went back to my car where I turned around and headed back to town, calling my husband to find out where the nearest animal hospital that was still open was. Surprise, the kitten wasn’t paralyzed, it tried to crawl under the seat.  I scooped him up and held him while driving.

I took him to the animal hospital my husband said was still open, and when I walked in and told them the story they immediately took it back to have the vet take a look. She brought it back and said it was stable for the moment and she would get us into a room ASAP. She asked if I had a name for it and I said “I don’t know, speed bump?”

To make a long story short, amazingly enough, he is basically uninjured except for an abrasion to his ear and a large hematoma to his cheek.  He also apparently got skunked at some point too which I didn’t even realize was coming from him until the vet tech mentioned it.

So. His name is tentatively Magni. Full of might. Cuz damn it takes some might to survive a skunk AND getting tagged by a car and only end up with some bad perfume and a fat lip.