Odin does not give a shit about your petty politics. He does give a shit about the best of the best.
Odin does not give a shit about your petty politics. He does give a shit about the best of the best.
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.
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.
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.
This is not a joke, it is not hysterical exaggeration, it is real.
And it’s two women who posit this with much in terms of circumstantial evidence.
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
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.
Odin and Loki are two sides of the same coin.
You can choose the path of pain, and growth, by choosing the path of Odin.
You can have it forced upon you, without being able to have any control in the process, by choosing to remain stagnant. And by doing so, offering yourself to Loki.
Either way, there is pain. And growth. But in one you are an active participant. And in one you are the victim.
Look. We all have anxiety, or the great majority of us do. Our society is a 24 hour society now, if you’re salaried your boss likely expects you to complete work however it must be done. If that means taking it home and working until midnight, then that’s what we are expected to do. If it means we are on call, that’s what we do. If it means we don’t take vacation because we might get overlooked for a promotion – or worse, laid off – if we do, then we work endlessly.
Some of us don’t call out even when we should, even when we’re potentially infecting others that can’t protect themselves from our illness. We can’t afford to.
We look around at our homes, which are not as clean as some of us would like, but we’re too tired in the time we have at home to do anything about it. We look at our neglected yards, and realize the same. If we even have a yard to worry about. Some of us are working 2 and 3 part time jobs and barely breaking even – because we can’t find a full time job.
We’re exhausted. We don’t exercise enough, or sometimes at all, because our jobs wear us out and we don’t get enough sleep, because we don’t exercise. It’s an endless feedback loop. Some of us awaken at night with anxiety about what the future might bring, even though we’re exhausted. We spend all too many hours on the computer – as a hiding place to avoid these issues – which causes disruptions in melantonin production and interferes with sleep. We stay up too late and we get up too early, always fatigued and wishing for just one more hour of sleep. We say yes to people when we should be saying no, because we worry about the future monetary situation if we don’t.
I’ve given all the reasons we have anxiety, but it doesn’t do any good to name the problem unless I offer solutions. So here are a few.
Turn the computer or your phone OFF. OFF. Like, totally. Set a time after which you will turn it off, unless you are on call, and realize that the world will go on without you for a time. If you give in and turn it back on, use the time it’s booting to think about whether you really want to get sucked into that morass again. If the answer is no, or you’re not sure, then don’t do it. There will always be tomorrow to get involved in that three ring circus again. Respect yourself enough now to turn it off.
Go for a walk if you can – if your neighborhood is too dangerous, then don’t do it there. Getting fresh air and being around trees and other plants is anxiety reducing. Go to a park if it’s safe, find some place you can safely enjoy a little nature. Even if that’s by walking in the landscaped area of an industrial park.
Dig a hole if you can. Then fill it back in. Or plant something, even better. Seeds are cheap and sometimes people will give them away. There are seed exchange websites and some libraries for seeds. Use your time on the computer to look for a few. Touching dirt actually causes markedly reduced stress and an increase in happiness because the natural soil bacteria and fungi secrete substances that are calming to the brain in that way. We absorb them through our skin, we breathe them in when we turn over the soil, and we help ourselves work through anxiety in this way. The physical exertion of digging a hole will use up all that excess energy that anxiety generates, giving it a physical outlet and dissipating it.
Time, there’s never enough time, right? Well there’s always time for the things we MAKE time for. Volunteer somewhere. Maybe a shelter, a nursing home, the food bank, the library, a hospital, even a church if you are so inclined, or an alternative spiritual center if you are not. Many places have a need for volunteer staff that goes chronically unfulfilled. Giving your time, even an hour a month, away to someone who needs it more than you do is anxiety reducing. Why? Because selflessness reduces anxiety. Giving of ourselves makes us happier. Human interaction – real human interaction, not FB interaction – reduces stress and increases happiness.
Read a book. No, it’s not like a kindle and it’s a little bulkier and harder to carry around, but the mind engages with an actual book in entirely different ways than it does when you are reading off a computer screen. This has been documented in studies. The physicality of an actual book can ground you and help reduce anxiety. You can rub the spine, you turn pages, the scent of the paper and the ink sometimes can be smelled. These are all physical cues that reduce anxiety. If it’s a good novel, you can be carried away to the land in the story and this prevents anxiety from even developing. When you return to the land of reality, you have a vicarious experience that you can retreat to in times of stress and use as an anchor point.
These are only a few things. Not everyone will be able to do them all, most people will be able to do one or two. Even people who are living on welfare and food stamps will be able to do at least some of these. Try one. You might find that not only have you reduced anxiety, you’ve increased happiness and created a better life for yourself.