OMG the energy is so heavy at the moment, from now until Winter solstice on the 22nd watch out! And keep a low profile. Well that is me anyway, as I have been instructed by Odin. So I will sit still, be hidden from all those who seek me out, some to steal my energy, some to distract me from my spiritual path and others who wish my doom. It may sound quite traumatic but it is what I am experiencing at the present.
"Outasitti" is an old Norse term for sitting outside on the burial mounds of the dead or in the forest and being completely still and silent, just blending into the background. Only then can you truly see, see what others are up to. In this state they can't see you, you have become invisible to them.
It is only after Yule that I may reclaim my place, as the New year is born so am I and then if they still hunt me down then I will become visible to them and invite their contact.

This last year has seen my beautiful Mother pass from this realm, the split up of my marriage and my return home to Britain where now I am face trial after trial. The one constant thing that has kept me going through all this has been my faith that Odin is watching over me and guiding me. There are other out in the big wide world who question my beliefs and my connection to the All Father. Me personally, I would never question somebody Else's faith, I do not have that rite.
So on this anniversary I will not be angry with those who question my integrity, my skills as a shaman and even my rite to teach. But I will give thanks to those who really know me and have stood by me with love and friendship. As Yule approaches and we say good bye to the old year, the lands I love have gifted me something very special, some one to heal me, who gets me.Thank you

Dealing with trolls

After I had been back in Avalon for maybe three weeks, I did a short recorded vision in the Fearie wood at the bottom of Glastonbury Tor. That which i saw on my journey was quite harrowing... A troll ,or giant had come through a portal from Jotunheim and was causing devastation in Vanaheim ( The Faerie Realm). I asked if I was to send it back and was told in no uncertain terms No! It was the responsibility of those who had opened the gateway to correct their error.
So for the last two months this dark force has been causing havoc in the Frithgard Forest. Yesterday I was told by my spirits that if I really wanted to help I could. So during my shamanic teaching class we devised a runic helm and invocation chant to drive the destructive force back from whence it came. The plan was that at 7am UK time I would go about my task supported by the energy of my students being spiritually with me in the work ahead. At 4am I woke abruptly from my sleep, called by Odin to set about my work but not to venture out to the Faerie Wood but to place the three sacred stones around me and to enter the spirit world from where I was ( In my bed). This I did.
Goll my shaman, Odin and Thor were waiting for me at the sacred fire. I was presented with Mjolnir (Thor's Hammer) which changed into a Saxon war hammer as soon as I touched it. This type of weapon had a heavy blunt hammer like head on one side the other is a vicious spike. I stated that only Thor may use this weapon, but was interrupted by the God himself saying.
" Or those who have permission."
A red cloak was placed around my shoulders, which had the helm we had designed embroidered on the back and a bright flaming torch in the other. I left the council fire and set off on my quest to drive the troll back to its home. I had not ventured very far when a huge giant came crashing through the trees. I instantly held up the burning torch, I believed the monster would be scared of this light but it just roared loudly and extinguished the flame with its foul breath. I threw the useless torch to the ground and started to run.
With two strides the troll was upon me, I stumbled and fell into an indentation in the ground and the beast stamped down on me, covering me in a tomb like grave. It was then I realized the Ogre had no idea I was under its foot. As it moved from side to side the walls of the hole began to subside and I knew I would be crushed beneath its enormous weight. I placed the pointed end of the hammer against the sole of its foot and kicked the flat end hard sending the spike through the tough skin.
The foot was raised and I made a dash for it but in one mighty swoop the giant snatched me in its grasp and dived back through the portal into Jotunheim.
Once on the other side of the gateway I was shocked to find that in Jotunheim this entrance was high, high in the sky and both of us were hurtling towards the ground at a tremendous speed, the look on the trolls face told me that it was happy to die as long as I did as well. Then a flash of gold sparkled beneath me, a flash coming towards me at an equally daunting rate. With a precision strike the Golden Dragon snatched me from the troll's grasp and carried on back in the direction of the sky gateway. Beneath, I watched the troll fall, with a sorry look upon its face, down, down to its doom.
The Dragon set me  on a ledge in the clouds where Odin, Goll and Thor waited. Quickly I was hurried through to our side of the portal and the doorway was sealed with bind runes and magic. I tried to thank my spirits guides for saving me then Goll explained.
" We used you as bait, to allow us to trap the giant and reveal its intent to us. The demon had been sent to destroy you, but you were hidden from its gaze by us. Trolls just smash everything it is in their nature, as it couldn't find you it just lashed out in every direction. We did hope those who opened this window would see the error in their ways, that was not to be. We needed you to draw it out, to make yourself a willing victim and that you did by volunteering for the task. Even the helm you created in your class was not to drive the troll back through the gateway but to help it find its way to you. Think about it Kennaz and Raido, you lit the way like a beacon."
Odin spoke." It is always Thor who guards the borders to Jotunheim and it has always been he who has sent them packing you were just the priest holding space. Now what was sent to destroy you has returned from whence it came and its fate is no longer your problem. As for those who set this spell in motion, I will punish them myself.
You boy are our advocate in Midgard, we will always watch over you until your orlog is done."

Later I visited the Faerie Wood and left offering for those who had protected me and said prayers for the troll, to calm its anger and healing to those who had wished me so much harm.

Journey with eagles: Since the arrival of the Cat-people, they have bee...

Journey with eagles: Since the arrival of the Cat-people, they have bee...: Since the arrival of the Cat-people, they have been present at my council fire of spirits but have made no active statements just sort of mi...

Since the arrival of the Cat-people, they have been present at my council fire of spirits but have made no active statements just sort of milling around and snuggling their heads against me.  Moving on, I have been told that it is now OK for me to close a portal that has been opened in the Faerie Wood at the bottom of the Tor. It is  a long story, but I was guided to do a recorded vision there, What I saw in vision was horrific and the extra sounds that were present when I played the tape back are pretty scary too, maybe one day I will post it but not at the present  as advised by, my trusty friend and manager, Kelli.
Anyway that medicine will take place early tomorrow morning, some time before dawn. Last night I went up the the Tor to leave my Dragon ring and my leather wristbands in a secret place for them to be cleansed, blessed and recharged. It is always quite scary leaving medicine tools to be charged, they may be gone when you get back, but if so, that is the will of Odin and it was absolutely pitch black where I left them. This morning I returned as a beautiful pink sunrise kissed the land with its first light and there they were, not hidden in the water as I thought but just laying on the path. They obviously weren't meant for anyone else.

Whatever magic happened to them through the dark night had certainly worked my, they all feel cleaner and lighter and ready for the work ahead. So pleased the spirits said I could heal the land again, as a land guardian it feels wrong to not. As an offering for their cleaning work on my stuff, I cleared up a load of bottles and broken glass from the top of the Tor and any rubbish i saw on the way down. It was then that realised that i was taking over the role of an old man I used to see on the Tor everyday with his two black lads. He would make his way right over the top with a bag in his hand and picking up any stray litter and discarded rubbish he found, he had to be in his eighties then and I have not seen him since I have been back. Maybe it's time for me to take over this role.

So here's a bit more about the developing story on the Cat-beings, apparently these buggers are everywhere... I have been a bit perturbed the last couple of days as these new spirit guides seem to be turning up all the time now. They watch over me whilst I do my readings and even interact with the clients (Who are completely unaware) The situation is now so bad that I had to visit my place of vision on the Tor to talk with Goll, for those of you who haven't read my book, he is my spirit Shaman and mentor.
Anyway I took my sacred walk and blessed all my special places and ended up at the place of vision in the Faerie wood. Gave offerings chanted and started to shake my shaman stick, the bells took me into vision.
I was at the council fire with Goll and many of my other spirit connections were there, each had one of these Cat people with them, not necessarily with them but following them as with my entourage following me into my vision.
" Goll! I am struggling with this cat stuff, it is like complete conflict with my Odinic path, they are everywhere."
Goll poked the council fire with a stick and turned over a log to warm his hands in the red glow.
" Boy they have always been everywhere but you just called them something else, Fetch, Kin fylgia, Desir, animal guide... They are all cats, just appear to the their charge in whatever form feels best, fits best. The activation of the three stones allowed you to tune in to their frequency and now you see them and you can't unsee them.
You had no problem seeing Vikings, Giants, Goblins, dragon and on and on and on. But you have a problem seeing Cat-people. They are part of the Vaniric race, different to the Asir. Each of us has one of these companions, the lucky one's two. You boy have three, just like the three stones that have come into your possession. Each one of your cat guides can change into whatever you want but all are linked to Freyja in some way or another. Her sacred animal is the cat and she is Queen of the Elves. She takes on may forms just as you have the ability to do in your role as Shaman. Allow them to be your spirit guides"
" But my spirit guide is White bear?"
"No you are White bear... Have you ever wondered why so many people have their first guide be a Native American, it's because that is what they are expecting. You are honoured to see them in their true form. If the cats bother you so much ask them to appear as something else maybe spiders. No didn't think so."

I thought about this and knew that that would not be right, so I would bare with it for the time being.
STAY TUNED for another exciting episode of Odin meets Star Trek or check out this info I looked up it's way out of my comfort zone..www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vida_alien/alien_lyssaroyal03.htm

Journey with eagles: Well long time no speak.... Lots of things have tr...

Journey with eagles: Well long time no speak.... Lots of things have tr...: Well long time no speak.... Lots of things have transpired most of which this is not the platform to speak about. So let's get back to t...

Well long time no speak.... Lots of things have transpired most of which this is not the platform to speak about. So let's get back to the experiences I have on my spiritual path.
When I first arrived back in Glastonbury a lady came to see me who told me she had a special task for me, I was to look after a sacred stone from Uppsala, Sweden. For me this was a great honour, for those who walk the Northern path, Uppsala is the holiest of holies.
I collected the stone from her and kept it super safe the month she was gone. In fact I slept with it in my hand every night, which I thought would give me wild visions but instead gave me complete peace and allowed me to sleep like a baby at a time in my life when I should have been tormented. I took this stone to several places around Avalon to activate it, to charge it and to link it to the male energies of this land.
At the end of the month, I made a soft leather bag to hold the stone and went to return it to its owner. At this point she told me, that she had spoke to others and that I was to keep the stone, I was also to gifted two others from the same location. I said I would burry them on the Tor, but she said No, you are to work with them they are to be YOURS" Then she explained that one stone had a particular role, it was the Mother, I believed the one I had bonded with was the Lord  and the final one the Lady.  She then indicated to me that we had to do a ritual, With the mother stone in front of me, the Lord to the left and the Lady to the right. I was sitting on a chair in the middle. I felt the three stones activate and turn into me, like powerful tractor beams and I instantly passed into vision.
Goll and a collective of my spiritual brethren were there observing and I felt something was wrong.
I spoke out loud to my spirit guides.
" This is really wrong... We have the Mother and the Lord and the Lady but there in no Father, no Odinic energy."
Then Goll's deep crackly voice spoke and I realized the point he was making.
"Who is sitting on the chair?"
In this medicine circle I take on the role of Odin and speak his wisdom.
" I can't be that is not what I want. "
" It is not up to you, just accept and just be"

I was back from the vision, packed up the stones and carried them home and placed them around my bed, where from then on I sleep like a cherub, a cherub who snores.
I lady came to me again and told me that she had been told by spirit that we had to take the stones to a special site about twenty miles away called Micheal's hill, where I needed to work with the stones and that this place had a direct link to Joseph of Arimathea. I trusted her vision as all she had done and said so far had been holy and correct.
I picked her up at 8am and we headed out of town. We arrived to a light spitting of rain and headed up the wooded spiral path that leads to the top. Nearing the top I became aware of a special energy being omitted from a forlorn looking willow tree and felt I had to ask permission to enter this place. The Lady left me in peace to perform my prayers. As soon as she had gone I was aware of three catlike beings lurching in the tall grass off to my right. They seemed really excited to see me and sort of scampered off whispering " He's here, he's here".
I had sen Cat-people before but had always linked them to shades and kept clear and been very weary of them but these entities seemed friendly enough.
I proceeded to the top of the hill and set about my ceremony and left the lady to do her prayers after we had both taken a drink of mead, gifting the first drink to the land spirits of this place. I said my Tirwaz prayer then placed the three stones out around me, sat down and began to shake my Shaman stick so that the bells would take me off into vision.
I passed between the realms quickly and could see my spirit guides, they were all standing behind me. The three stones were glowing and we were immediately joined by the Cat-beings who took up their position behind each stone. The one behind the mother stone spoke
" We are not male, not female, not light nor dark we are everything and nothing we just are and we are glad you are with us to make this circle complete.
As I watched they transformed from their cat state into Frigga, Freyr and Freyja, before my eyes. At this point I bowed before them and decided to leave the vision as it was becoming far to confusing for me.
I walked to the far side of the hill and stared out across the Somerset landscape and I called to Odin for wisdom.
"Father what is all this with the Christ connection and now cat people?"
" Boy they have all forgotten that a Cross has four points and so does a medicine wheel, It is all the same and those three over there needed you to complete theirs. The fact that you don't understand why yet is irrelevant. Just like you had to go to the states to complete your own wheel but it now makes sense to you." His voice disappeared into the distance and the lady returned from her own vision work.
I Told her of the Cat-beings and she revealed that they were called LYRA a race of beings from another galaxy who had seeded the Earth and were everywhere. I tried to make  some comprehensible version of the mornings events and went home to Avalon.
Later that day I spoke with Kelli online and she shared a lot more about the mysterious race I had met that day, who were linked to the stones I received from my own Holy place which only left me more confused... Stay turned for more on this story....

A very strange occurrence yesterday.... I was taking Boo for her mid-morning walk to the Ghost tree when spirit spoke and told me to go somewhere else. I just allowed them to lead me on their chosen path. We, Boo, me and spirit, walked way past the swamp. past the Cedar grove and deeper and deeper into the disorientation zone ( A place where both Tara and I have been lost before, which I have already blogged about).
I found a clear spot and lit my herbs and called on the plant beings of Mugwort to purify space before I started my prayers. At that very moment, I heard the crashing of trees and looked to my side, to see tree after tree collapsing. I thought that is strange, I wonder what it is. The noise got louder and louder as if a huge truck was smashing though the trees, and came closer and closer... I called to Odin
" Odin, All father what is this?"
His rely was one word " HIDE!"
I stepped behind a huge cedar, looked down to see where Boo was but she was gone.
The deafening sound stopped instantly, no trailing off into the distance utter silence. No sound of Boo barking and running through the brush absolutely nothing.
I followed the trail of destruction and it just stopped dead, I hung around for about twenty minutes calling and calling for Boo but no sign. So I decided to head back to the house grab the walkie  talkie, my gun and return to look for the dog.
All the way home, I called and whistled to no avail. As I turned the corner to the house there was Boo Shaking in fear, a huge gash on her chest and many many cut and scuff on her belly. The wound on her chest was like something had stripped the skin clean off.
We treated her injuries and gave her something to calm her down, for the rest of the day before she went outside she would stop in the doorway and just bark and bark. Normally Tara would receive my spiritual adventures with usual, I have to see it for myself, attitude but this time the state and condition of the dog, whether the damage was caused by something or by the dog being so frightened that she did it to herself escaping, made Tara wonder.
I myself will take another look at this place, but not just yet.

Have been back from Avalon for nearly two weeks now, and after some struggle to acclimatize, my feet are grounded back in the US. It was a good trip with many things to mull over in the coming days.  One thing, for me is known for sure, that sitting around a fire with good brothers, spinning yarns,sharing music and stories, is the way, WE (mankind) are supposed to live. The echoes of that tribal existence fill my soul with joy and happiness.
So step away from the TV, the phone, and get really connected. Stare into the flames that flicker and dance in the fire. Lose yourself in the warm glow that generates from the communal hearth. Let the laughter and rants of good friends and family be your entertainment. For all there is, is the moment, enjoy and absorb its magic and the allow the tribal energy that rises to heal your trouble soul.

For my Brothers Tim Raven and Bill Francis, let us gather by the fire more often. Let us share our stories and spread the words of those who came before.

" Man is the joy of Man." The Havamal. Sayings of the High One

Beginning to ground back in the US. Woke up at 4;30am and went for a walk in the forest as dawn broke. Ended up at the ghost tree and held prayers and ceremony asking the land to welcome me back and to reveal more teachings for me to absorb. I called on the plant beings of the Mugwort plant, to consecrate me and the land I stood on, burning its dried form to cleanse and purify the space. Inhaling some of the holy smoke, to help with my visions, the answers came.
"Be true, be pure and know that Odin walks with you, where ever you are."
As I left the forest, I thought of the retreat just done and the one that will be held at Mabon. This event will be different from any others I have held before. We will help the students become engulfed and entwined of one of the Celtic legends. Which one will be decided by consulting the runes, then we will incorporate the equivalent Norse saga and blend the two legends and their riddles together.
Some will bond more with the Celtic, some with the Saxon / Norse tale. Each individual will take their role within the yarn, whilst in the land, whilst in a vision, to find how this archetype guides them to resolutions of the imbalances in their Midgard lives. This allows the Red and White Dragon's to weave their healing path.

Beltane Retreat.

A big thank you to those ladies who attended our workshop. This was the first time Tim and I had worked on retreat together. It went absolutely brilliantly, we were definitely blessed by the Gods. At the end of the event we celebrated the Beltane morn on top of Glastonbury Tor. At which point we were blessed by being allowed to witness a glorious sunrise. It will take a while for the attendees to embrace all the teachings ( from spirit) they received. Not only they but myself and Tim had some important messages and confirmations come forwards.
Now back in the US, with a bald eagle perched in the tree beside my house, I know that being here has made my connection even deeper than it was and the medicine that comes forward, makes more sense, in Glastonbury I was inundated with readings and healings, so found it difficult to truly make time for my own connection and medicine. I can only understand the true magic of Avalon when I am away and I can only appreciate the healing and nurturing of the forest when I am the other side of the world.
Here is a pic of Tim and the students making the Symbel Oaths, drinking from the mead horn to Honor, the Gods, the ancestors and making oaths for themselves.

Finally coming to the end of my isolation, Tara will be home in three days. This time on my own has given me plenty of spiritual moments where I could just be still and connect with spirit. I have had my students to interact with online and my vision quests that I hold every two weeks, so we are not talking complete solitude. During this period, the power of my shamanic visions has definitely stepped up a gear and Odin has shown me some exceptional things

In tonight's online web cast 7pm PST/ 10pm EST "The Voice Of Odin" I  will be revisiting Ragnarok (The Doom Of The Gods), as requested by my good friend Kelli Lair, but I will be reading from the Teutonic sagas not the Norse, as this will give us a slightly different perspective on the story. I will also be briefly talking about a lesser known Goddess called Zisa or Cisa.
All of the sagas and tales of the tribes of Northern Europe are myths that we can embrace and search for answers within. The meanings are not always obvious, but that is the point, they are a quest. Each has to enter the tale and find their own place within the story. It should be seen as an initiation, embracing the archetype, learning from their mistakes and understanding their faults. My Gods are not infallible but they are there, they have always been there and will always be. You see they don't really live in a book, they live in my blood and my bones back to he beginning.

Rune Rant.... As most of you can tell by now, I am totally in awe of the runes for changing my life for the better. I still get absolutely infuriated when people say.
"Oh the runes, they are a bit like the tarot, aren't they?"
No, not really, you can use both for divination but that is where the similarity ends. I connect directly to Odin and the other Norse Gods through the runes, I chant them in prayers (Galdr). I do my stanza, runic yoga. They can be melded into powerful helms and talisman to heal and protect my clients.
The deeper you go with the learning and wisdom they offer, the richer your life becomes and this path of knowledge is never ending. The colourful array or myths and legends that surround the Aesiric Gods, are each mesmerising tales.They teach and instruct in the way you should live your life and honour those who came before us.
 Because the runes are also the Old Norse/Saxon alphabet and language of our ancestors, I use them for my sacred writings and within counselling sessions they indicate directly the names of people, loved ones who wish to give messages.
These are holy, divine tools gifted to us from the Gods. So please, as I accept the paths of others and give respect to the beliefs of all I come across, allow me the same courtesy. After all English is linked to the runic system, our days of the week honor the old Gods. They are ever present all around us in the Holy festivals we celebrate, piggy backed by Christianity to make it easier for the heathens to assimilate the church into their lives.
Spirit, God, collective consciousness, it is all the same stuff.  It is that bright light that shines in the forest, the beacon we are all drawn to.  Each of us has the right to call that divine source what ever we want.
I call it "ODIN"

If you want to learn more of the runes, I teach, I guide and I open the doorways to this ancient source, so you to may glance into the Well of Mimir and drink of its knowledge.

Blood moon last night, missed it completely fell into a deep spirit dream and couldn't wake if I had wanted. But this is how it was meant to be for the messages I received were strong and true. The dream started with myself, my Father and my eldest son carrying the wicker coffin of my mother from the location of the Holy thorn in Glastonbury, along the ridge of Wearyall Hill towards the Tor.
At one point we realized this was a long way to carry my mother and an ironing board appeared in front of us, so were rested our load on this and sat on the grass to take in the view and get our breath back.
The lid off the casket flipped open and my Mother sat up and spoke. she was young and beautiful and dressed very myctically in flowing robes. She called me to her and she said.
" Look at you with your full beard, I love you so much son. Don't worry about the other side it is a wonderful place full of magic and happiness."
She then gracefully got down from the coffin and walked back up to the holy thorn. She beckoned me to follow and at the tree she learned in close and told me to check on some friends and watch over them. Whenever she has appeared in dreams and told me something it has always come to pass.
So today I give thanks to the Blood moon for the great message I was gifted.
Blessings to all

Last night gazing out across the island, as the sun melted behind the forest, I noticed a herd of cattle far in the distance. I grabbed the binoculars to zoom in, as I had never seen livestock on the island before. These were not cows but the biggest group of elk I have yet seen, seems like now the hunting season and the winter are behind us, the elk are settling in for the summer.
Let us hope that the omen on many elk brings us all an abundant time. Creiddylad has cast her golden warming touch upon the ground and brought the sleeping meadows back to life. Just as Freyr and Freyja are brother and sister, lovers and joint fertility deities, as it is with Gwynn ap Nudd and Creiddylad, the Winter king and the Summer queen. As Beltane approaches we honor the masculine and feminine in equal parts, for life to spring forth all must be in balance.
May the blood moon on the 4th bring harmony and order to the chaos that has engulfed us all since Samhain.

You see a lot of debate on FB about the Vikings TV show, whether it is accurate, historical and so on. I regard myself as a bit of a historian and I know when the Vikings raided Lindisfarne and I know who and how the Norman empire was formed. The writers of the show have spun a yarn together that link all these characters in a gripping show, but far more important than this they are trying to show us the Vikings as a people, a culture and as Godly race, be it their own Gods.
This to me is far more important, for this gives our ancestors a face, a voice and a point of view to the world they lived in. It is in the Saga's we learn of the Norse Gods, In the Anglo Saxon chronicles we hear of their raids, All of these stories were written down by Christian monks long after the events and from a purely the church's point of view.
The original stories would have been sung by skalds in mead halls across the lands. Each bard putting his own spin on the tale, in the way it was told.This was important and so it is with this tale, we could argue about small things, time lines and relationships but what is most important is that the story is told from the point of view of the Norsemen and women. Watch , make your own mind up whether they or Christians were in the right.

I have been trying to figure out how the "Vikings" show on the History channel seems to be related to every spiritual problem that arises in my life. Is this the reawakening of the collective OND? Is Odin speaking directly to us through the TV? Now I know this is sounding a bit nuts but the ether that television, the Internet and all modern multimedia exist within could be the Frithgarth of Norse mythology (The barrier, no man's land that surrounds Midgard). If this is so ,then it would make perfect sense for the Wise One to call his people home within this medium.
If you don't watch the show, watch it, I warn you it is extremely violent ( If anyone thinks that the world we live in is not violent, you must be living under a rock). It will help people understand the need to for fill the warrior's call within all men.  This is one area that is less and less honored in our society, and so young men lose their way. No rites of passage to guide them, no elders to look up to or to turn to. Then the society becomes a place where the young have no voice and the old are palmed off to a nursing home.
I dream of a time, a tribe where each and every voice is heard and all have a place at the council fire. We have stripped the very core of the tribal system away, back the basic one family unit. Then exerted great pressures to achieve, enforced great debts weighing them down. This sounds just like the Norman feudal system that existed in Britain in the 11th century. Then what we call government becomes the Overlords, the common man but a serf scratching a living, blinded by the illusion that he really owns the earth he walks upon.
How can we ever own the Earth, a simple rock has been here millions of years, we stand but for a brief flicker of time. What we are, is the Land Guardians, gifted with the honor to be caretakers as we take our turn, our watch, over this beautiful planet (Midgard) that we are lucky to call home
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Many  visions and messages have come over the last week or so, all indicating for me to honor, totally, the Odinic path. I have accepted the pathways of others but many in Midgard see the road of Odin as wrong or try to link it to other energies to soften his teachings. This was also true for myself, but those days are gone.
 I am a shaman of Odin. his teachings, his wisdom, his medicine, for this is to truly honor my lineage, to hallow my ancestors. I never asked for a spiritual path, in fact if it hadn't come life would be so much easier but it did.
It was the power of Odin and the mystical runic path that grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and showed me the light and I will be forever grateful.
Now he wishes me to teach his wisdom, to allow others to connect to the source through his tools. My God does not live in a temple, he lives within us,  in our DNA. I believe those genes that have laid dormant far too long and are about to wake up.
His omens and signs are everywhere, if he calls you, answer, even if it is to say" No thank you, not interested." But if it feels right and you feel the stir of your Viking blood, I welcome you upon the road I travel.

Over the last couple of days I have realized how important it is to keep in touch with those that destiny chose you to meet. Many things get in the way, earning money, getting clients and holding workshops, basically life in general. So this is a reminder that there is some important work to do and all in the name of the Gods.
We know who we are, we have had the calling and touched the void. There is no turning back from this point on, so embrace the journey. There are so many who never get to experience the quest, to be shown something greater. So regard yourself as lucky and privileged to be tapped on the shoulder, to have the sight, hear the words, to be downloaded the knowledge.
Below is a line from a prayer I use for honoring the members of my tribe, past, present and future. The section below is a message to us who live NOW
" I call to my brothers and sisters of this time, we are the keepers of the beacon fire, the guardians of the magic. We are the link in the chain that binds together past and future. We must be strong, we will be strong, we are strong."